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

Rell]
Now the boat's on cruise, the 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 powder the
If you was in Clinton with me you come out of ya cell
I'd have you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the
You might as be a good brother, go to the Mosque
with me? It's off with ya arms
You'd rather 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, always got my in my belt
take faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself
Cause they and I know it and they know it theyself!!!

[Hell HOOK]
MY COCAINE ON THE BOAT NIGGA
I READ YA LIFE AND IT GO WITH THE JOKE....THAT'S WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU (you funny niggaaaa!)
I AIN'T WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS
I AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR THESE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T WITH 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 Baurties (rims), these bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST MEEEE, GIVE ME THE THIRD DEGREEEEE
My third teacher, peep her....she want to work for me! (haha!)
I graduate, I ain't make the honor roll (nope)
Failed gym, the said I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, fighting talent show
the Principal, it's the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam sport the
Fuck with Cam? Thought it bro, fuck a smart Alec ho!
Here's ya lesson....fuck school, cop a
In the States spot a town, grams triple, lock it
Oh, you got it now? Wanna get it now? (now?)
Well be on the Hill, they could spot a clown
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 riddles you scribble
Your not a baller you dribble, and ya middle name is little....COWARD!
nigga, little house, little rocks
Pull up on ya block, hop out with my little glock
Make it pop, my whole fill it in ya spine
Before that make you say DIPSET a hundred times
Let me see some old Soundscan, what did sell?
Marie.....what that little freak sell?
All them niggaz went and I'm laughing at them
Got my in the air throwing karats at them
These niggaz is dumb, I pre-school teach
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, pratice with ya posters (bang bang!)
God he's a stand up comedian
Hell with a stand up TV rim