Текст песни Hell No - Memphis Bleek

Yeah, yeah, Just Blaze
Okay, yeah, Brooklyn, Marcy, we here, yeah
Stuy, yeah, ohh, it's been a minute
I know, I know, I got us though
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo

Welcome to New York, New York, where dudes let the two talk
Cut bitches, eat food, I got a food court
I play the hood, you can call it what you want
I'm for real about this money, is you acting or what?
When it come to the drum, clapping it up
I bring it to all chumps and who backing 'em up
Tell a front homie, better creep before I forty
When I hit you with the Ruger you won't make it through the morning
And I'm right back, from the depths I claim
M-P five three four, the F-A gang
When the war really on let the AK bang
The Henny and bitch, no hesitation to pop
To live and die in N.Y., for living fly I don't give a fuck
Catch a flat, tomorrow I'ma cop another one
Tell the haters try to stop me now
Nine eleven Porsche, try to box me out, come on

I'm high, every time you see me in the hood I'm low
Go 'head 'cause you blowing my high
I don't wan' talk if it ain't about dough, hell no
Mami I'm high, every time you see me in the spot I'm low
You could go 'head 'cause you blowing my high
I don't wan' talk if you don't wanna roll, hell no

Try to shit on me, huh, and make history
Like I ain't a vet from R-O-C
Like I don't tote the strap when it's war in the street
Like I don't smack a bitch like a P-I-M-P
Like I ain't good in the hood, I take money man
Beggars I break tables, see me taking money man
All my life, never been brave for no money man
Fuck many niggas never gave up no money man
I'd like to welcome you all to New Yitty
Where they rhyme like Hov or they dance like Diddy
I don't give a fuck 'cause my flow's my grind
I don't vibe by no book, my law's my niggas
You don't gotta mention no paper, it's major
Talk about hoes, you could look through my pager
I got 'em all, different areas, zip code
Been through every hood, lil' ma what a nigga know

I'm high, every time you see me in the hood I'm low
Go 'head 'cause you blowing my high
I don't wan' talk if it ain't about dough, hell no
Mami I'm high, every time you see me in the spot I'm low
You could go 'head 'cause you blowing my high
I don't wan' talk if you don't wanna roll, hell no

Yo, listen, if it ain't about a dollar, duke don't try to holler
You don't wan' skate, ma can't relate
'Cause any time I gotta get it in on pop I'm there
And I'm never in the spot without the gat in there
Yeah, the Roc in here, yeah
Dare niggas act crazed, get 'em shot in here
Now 'em never roll deep 'cause the block in here
I don't need the Roc for help, my niggas is here
So don't make me pick the shit up for the ice grills
Know that I'm a clumsy nigga so the four-oh just might spill
Hundred for the whip, some say it's a nice wheel
Sixty for the watch, you see it's a nice grill
Ill, dare niggas try to reach
You gon' need more than staples to close that leak
'Cause you fucking with M-E's from M-P
Fuck with them BK wolves that love to kill niggas

I'm high, every time you see me in the hood I'm low
Go 'head 'cause you blowing my high
I don't wan' talk if it ain't about dough, hell no
Mami I'm high, every time you see me in the spot I'm low
You could go 'head 'cause you blowing my high
I don't wan' talk if you don't wanna roll, hell no