| 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 niggas 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, niggas 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 niggas, go suck on y’all’s mommas tittys |