Hell No Lyrics - Memphis Bleek

Yo, yo, yo, it's tha roc in tha house 

Nigga, we got Hype-D here, we fixin' to go down 

You know what it is tha song is hell no 

Yo, I'm Bleek and this is tha ROC, yo, let's spit at 'em 

When you up in tha club nobody showin' ya love 

You say, hell no 

When yo girl call up a snitch and she call you a bitch 

What you say? Hell no 

When you start beff and it get start 

What cha say? Hell yeah 

When tha ROC is in tha house 

What cha? Hell yeah 

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? 

'Cause look nigga, I'm a crook, I got tha mood 

I like some of y'all niggaz but I'll eat ya food 

Just like anybody else would so do what cha can do 

When I lock 'n' load and head to 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 don't care 

And face ya fears 'cause when I come through expect to die 

'Cause nigga, ya will be fried, niggaz don't crie 

But I know you do you fake 

You can't compete with me you'z ain't 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 

Don't fuck with D or hey girl, just call me Hype-D 

14 in tha rap game takin' ya fame 

Ain't that said you faggots ya get to mad easy ya songs are chessy 

Listen to me ya know me, I ain't gotta be D 

I'm hype to tha D, don't ya see? 

Or H to tha I to tha l nigga, you 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 ain't scared 

You weared out, that ain't no doubt 

I rap forever, I'm 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 

I'm gonna beat that thing up and lemme pour some drink 

And yo, I'm here and I'm under 14 with a black card, nigga 

You act hard, nigga, you soft as a pop tart 

You want beff, I got ya beff, come steal my reff or smoke ya own 

I don't 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 don't know how many 

Hey to all ya snitch niggaz, go suck on y'all's mommas tittys