Celph Titled - Hell No, Ho! lyrics

[C.T.] Beatminerz and the Barbarians b*tch [Zone] Aiyyo Mr. Walt gimme some of that dirty basement [Zone] Beatminerz sh** y'knahmsayin? Like {*beat comes in*} [C.T.] Uh-huh [Zone] Yeah yeah that's dope, YO! [Zone] Don't make me do "Q&A Part II" [Zone] I'm sick of y'all askin me the same stupid-a** questions [Zone] over and over again, ay b**h don't worry about [Zone] askin me all that, just fill up my drink [Zone] and, do your damn job (check it) [J-Zone] Hell... no... ho! I ain't no MySpace member, that's an impersonator If I gotta use a laptop to catch a date I'd rather call up my hoodrat ex and masturbate Hell no ho! Can't have a free copy Of this album cause you cute, take yo' a** to the sto' You can do me a favor though... no? Well then you better check Kazaa, gimme some dome or gimme dollars Hell no ho! I ain't sweatin Lucy no mo' That's a wrap, that crush died like four years back Interviewers stay current, Old Maid Billionaires wasn't a group It was one album and that's that Hell no ho! Michael Jackson ain't do that Ehh, well maybe he did, that muh'f**er loves kids too much f** it, he's still my dog, and when I tell a b**h be gone "She's Out of My Life" is still my song, c'mon Hell... no... ho! Negative, nothin, nada Handouts, dumb-a** questions, don't bother (Hey man, let me borrow a dollar) WHAT? Never Here's some cents/sense, I'mma do you one better [Celph Titled] Hell... no... ho! Won't spend a dime on you b**hes unless it's Mickey D's Or maybe groceries, you need to cook me chicken fricasees Or should I say, fricase, freak-a-say, freak I say You gettin on knees and please, kids outside of shows and cyphers Hell no I ain't spittin frees, b**h unless I'm gettin G's Hell no ho! Me and Zone won't answer race questions f*ggots we in the detergent aisle, cause we far from crackers Ain't a producer, I'm a rapper who makes beats I write my own lyrics, you talk sh** you get your face beat Hell no ho! Never got beatdown in a fair one Never got choked, never been punked, never ran from Anyone believin those rumors keep thinkin 'bout me My name ring bells in this rap industry undoubtedly Hell no ho! I'm not from New York or Boston or CT I'm from Tampa, got an issue come and see me Demigodz, Army of the Pharaohs, yeah I run with them Loyal to my family, Equilibrium, my next of kin Hell no ho! Ain't from the projects or the suburbs I'm from Waters & Armenia Ave, with Cubans and Colombians They speakin fast, creepin past, section eight when heaters blast My cousin's up the street on Florida Ave, involved in that Hell no ho! I ain't religious but I don't hate Christians Told you in "Eatadiccup" I went to private school, you didn't listen And yeah I really got guns, won't pull mine Until I find somebody worthy enough for the jail time {*scratches: "Hell f**in no you stupid motherf**er!"*} {*"s** on that, you b**h-a** trick!"*}