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I AIN'T WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU

[Hell HOOK]
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS NIGGAZ I GOT NO TIME FOR THESE JAMIE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

[Hell
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
right cocksucker the joke's on you
I'm laughing all the way to the
I'm blasting all the way til it stank...GUNPOWDER!
Bust a open powder the scale
If you was in Clinton with me you wouldn't out of ya cell
I'd have you to go get dressed, scared to go to the yard
You might as well be a brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? off with ya arms
You'd rather on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rather rape ya little sister in of ya mom's
Flex it's Dipset baby, drop of bombs!
You dealing with that's dealing with the hand that they dealt
I'm my strap, always got my hand in my belt
Can't take faggots, I can him and his man by myself
Cause they and I know it and they know it theyself!!!

Rell: HOOK]
MY COME ON THE BOAT NIGGA
I READ YA LIFE STORY AND IT GO THE JOKE....THAT'S WHY
I AIN'T WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU (you funny niggaaaa!)
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS
I AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR JAMIE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

KILLA!
Mr. Giles Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)
Chocolate Maybach with Baurties (rims), these bitches vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST MEEEE, GIVE ME THE THIRD DEGREEEEE
My third grade teacher, her....she want to work for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I ain't make the roll (nope)
Failed gym, the Dean said I'm walking on a violent (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, fighting every show
Fuck the Principal, the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam sport the
Fuck with Cam? about it bro, fuck a smart Alec ho!
Here's ya lesson....fuck school, cop a
In the States a town, grams triple, lock it down
Oh, you got it now? Wanna get it popping (now?)
Well be careful on the Hill, they could spot a
They'll take ya money and ya work they clapping at ya
You'll be down the hill while they laughing at ya

[Hell
Your rap book is a whole of riddles that you scribble
Your not a baller you can't dribble, and ya name is little....COWARD!
nigga, little house, little rocks
Pull up on ya little block, hop out my little glock
Make it pop, my whole fill it in ya spine
Before that make you say DIPSET a million times
Let me see some old Soundscan, did Bleek sell?
Teiarra Marie.....what that little freak
All them niggaz went wood and I'm at them
Got my wrist in the air karats at them
These niggaz is dumb, I teach them
Plus I'm....stingy with rhymes, I feed them
We the braggers & the boasters, our ratchet's in the
Now we 'em out faggot, target pratice with ya posters (bang bang!)
God damn he's a stand up
Hell with a stand up TV rim