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Memphis Bleek - Hell No lyrics
[Memephis Bleek + Intro] Yo Yo Yo , Its tha roc in tha house Nigga we got Hype-d here we fixen to go down you know what it is Tha song is hell no Yo Im Bleek and this is tha ROC yo lets spit at em. [Hype-D+ Chorus] When you up in tha club nobody showin ya love you say Hell No When yo girl call up a snitch and she call u a bitch what you say Hell no When you start beff and it get start what cha say Hell yea When tha ROC is in tha house what cha Hell yea [Hype-D+ Verse 1] First it was bleek then it was tha reff then it was chris and neff now who back in tha game who take ya fame who dash dame how he get fame cuz look nigga im a crook i got tha mood i like some of yall niggaz but ill eat ya food just like anybody else would so do what cha can do when i lock n load and head 2 tha boat and take ya black coat and take ya 9 take ya fine take ya dine Hype-d , roc , memph bleek smokin tha reff growin tha leaf startin beff stealin ya lines and beats and packin tha heats , steppin on ya toes and fuckin ya hoes , nigga i bust ya ass up and then take ya cup so throw ya hands in tha air like ya dont care and face ya fears cuz when i come through expect to die cuz nigga ya will be fried niggaz dont crie but i know u do u fake u cant compete with me u'z aint free i smoke on trees and i trap and rap in tha atl , shit i can put ya shit in a basket and ship it to alaska dont fuck with d or hey girl just call me hype-d 14 in tha rap game takin ya fame aint that said u faggots ya get to mad easy ya songs r chessy listen to me ya know me i aint gotta be d im hype to tha d dont ya see or h to tha i to tha l nigga u goin to hell so ring tha bell and shut tha fuck up before i get some girls just to buck yo ass up i know they can nigga i aint scared u weared out that aint no doubt i rap forever im here forever rev up tha rever and take tha teveria got tha marriata and 45 choopa z and 9's lock n load that shit and then hit em up and for all my hoes im gonna beat that thing up and lemme pour some drink and yo im here and im under 14 with a black card nigga u act hard nigga u soft as a pop tart u want beff i got ya beff come steal my reff or smoke ya own i dont knock ya hustle i just bust it and then i cut it so this is a southern toast and have a boast and get tha roast this is bars just dont know how many hey to all ya snitch niggaz go suck on yalls mommas tittys............ |
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