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

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

Rell]
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
Damn cocksucker the joke's on you
I'm laughing all the way to the
plus I'm all the way til it stank...GUNPOWDER!
Bust a brick powder the scale
If you was in Clinton with me you wouldn't come out of ya
I'd have you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the
You as well be a good brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? It's off ya arms
rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rape ya little sister in front of ya mom's
Flex it's baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with dealers dealing with the hand that they dealt
I'm gripping my strap, got my hand in my belt
take faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself
Cause they pussy and I it and they know it theyself!!!

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

KILLA!
Mr. with Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)
Chocolate Maybach with Baurties (rims), bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE DEGREEEEE
My third grade teacher, peep her....she to work for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I make the honor roll (nope)
gym, the Dean said I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, every talent show
Fuck the Principal, the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam sport the
Fuck with Cam? Thought about it bro, fuck a Alec ho!
ya lesson....fuck school, cop a pound
In the spot 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 and ya work while they clapping at ya
You'll be running down the while they laughing at ya

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