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
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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............
Lyrics: Hell no, Memphis Bleek [end]