Album: Project X
Track: Hell Yea
Artist(s): Confession
Release: 2008
Pen Bleed Publishing (ASCAP)


[talk] I think its about time I flip it on yall niggas. . . We on some other shit with this one. . Yea. . .

Verse1:
I got this, ready to get me a little profit
and I’mma ride till I’m droppin
Off in the coffin, boss nigga that’s here to break you off it
Often flossin with a rap and steady ballin
How many feel that you’re as cold as me
Spittin fire but I don’t agree
Eliminating niggas thinking they hotter cuz they got a dollar
Tryna holler but hoes wanna roll with me
And that’s just how its supposed to be; holding it down for my people
I gotta get it till it stack up
Givin a madd fuck, the mack up
Rap attack to make a motha fucka back up
Lyrical mastermind with a faster rhyme
than most do just to pass the time
So when I get a minute I’m up in it while you been workin for months straight
but aint hot as half of mine
Knowin that you wanna mess with, I got your girl interested
Ooh, she a cutie too
Sayin that I got a quick tongue, wonderin if she can ride and get some
Damn, what her booty do
Knowin that you wanna mess with, I got your girl interested
Ooh, she a cutie too
Sayin that I got a quick tongue, wonderin if she can ride and get some
Damn, what her booty do; now can I get up in a room with you. . .

Hook
They know when they see me
They lay low - P.H.U.N.K.T
Say hell yea (hell yea)
Say hell yea (hell yea)

Verse2:
I came for whats mine; Confession blessed go check the records
Yes, the best and nothing less than
Leavin my opponents stressed to death
Depressed and waitin for the moment no breath is left in
Cookin and war is in the recipe
Better hope your territory isn’t next to me
Even if I gotta murder you and murder me
I’mma do it before you get the best of me
that’s the story of the century
You said you’re a soldier, but instead you a hoe thug
So show ya head and its over
Dead and ya know with my pen in my holster
When you want it, come and get it
Cuz I got it and I’m ready to give it to you motha fuckas in the worst way
Holla like it was your birthday 24/7, Friday to Thursday
Follow what the words say
Momma told me there’d be days like this
Got me thinking bout the late night tip
When my adrenaline pumpin I get the party jumpin up in the club
You’d better play my shit
Momma told me there’d be days like this
Got me thinking bout the late night tip
When my adrenaline pumpin I get the party jumpin up in the club
You’d better play my shit. . .

Hook

Verse3:
Lets get this party jumpin
Up in the club lookin thug and tryna get into something
Don’t ya know that Confession didn’t come here just for nothing
I can handle the hoes, so you just keep the liquor comin. . . keep it comin
Well, lemme rock the spot; them hoes freeze when they stop and watch
Its on me when you pop the top
When I got with the Knock Fam all they sayin was Goddamn
Cuz they never knew I got this hot
Well listen up, I’m comin with heat cuz ya know
Cant nobody do it like I do it to em
When they’re lovin the beat and the flow
Don’t get no better, the veteran when its wet
Or when there’s sun on the street or there’s snow; now here we go
And I’m ready to bet a competitor never could touch that
When I go bust back, fuck rap. . Now ya know; so lets go.

Hook