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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 LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

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

Rell]
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
Damn right 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 brick open the scale
If you was in Clinton with me you wouldn't out of ya cell
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
with me? It's off with ya arms
You'd spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rather rape ya sister in front of ya mom's
Flex it's baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with dealers that's dealing with the hand that dealt
I'm my strap, always 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!!!

Rell: HOOK]
MY COCAINE ON THE BOAT NIGGA
I READ YA LIFE AND IT GO WITH THE JOKE....THAT'S WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU (you niggaaaa!)
I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
WE...BE ON THE ASS NIGGAZ
I AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR THESE JAMIE 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), bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE THIRD
My third grade teacher, peep her....she want to for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I ain't make the honor (nope)
Failed gym, the Dean said I'm on a violent stroll (how's that?)
on Art teachers, fighting every talent show
Fuck the Principal, the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam sport the
Fuck Cam? Thought about it bro, fuck a smart Alec ho!
Here's ya lesson....fuck school, cop a
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 spot a clown
They'll take ya money and ya work while they at ya
You'll be running down the while they laughing at ya

[Hell
rap book is a whole bunch 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 with my little
it pop, my whole clip fill it in ya spine
Before make you say DIPSET a hundred million times
Let me see some old Soundscan, did Bleek sell?
Teiarra Marie.....what that little freak
All them niggaz wood and I'm laughing at them
Got my in the air throwing karats at them
These is dumb, I pre-school teach them
Plus I'm....stingy with rhymes, I tea-spoon feed
We the braggers & the boasters, our ratchet's in the
Now we pull 'em out faggot, target with ya posters (bang bang!)
God he's a stand up comedian
Rell with a stand up TV rim