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

Rell]
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
Damn right the joke's on you
I'm all the way to the bank
I'm blasting all the way til it stank...GUNPOWDER!
Bust a brick open powder the
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 might as well be a good brother, go to the
Fucking with me? off with ya arms
You'd spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
rather rape ya little sister in front of ya mom's
Flex it's Dipset baby, hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with that's dealing with the hand that they dealt
I'm gripping my strap, got my hand in my belt
Can't take faggots, I can kill him and his man by
they pussy and I know it and they know it theyself!!!

[Hell Rell:
MY COME ON THE BOAT NIGGA
I READ YA STORY 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 FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

KILLA!
Mr. with Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)
Chocolate with Baurties (rims), these bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE THIRD
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, every talent show
the Principal, it's the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam the Calicoooo
Fuck with 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 could a clown
They'll take ya money and ya while they clapping at ya
You'll be running down the hill while they 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 glock
Make it pop, my whole clip it in ya spine
that make you say DIPSET a hundred million times
Let me see some old Soundscan, what did Bleek
Teiarra Marie.....what that freak sell?
All them niggaz wood and I'm laughing at them
Got my wrist in the air karats at them
These is dumb, I pre-school teach them
I'm....stingy with rhymes, I tea-spoon feed them
We the braggers & the boasters, our in the holsters
Now we pull 'em out faggot, target with ya posters (bang bang!)
God he's a stand up comedian
Hell with a stand up TV rim