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

[Hell
Now the boat's on cruise, the on you
Damn cocksucker 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 powder the scale
If you was in with me you wouldn't come out of ya cell
I'd have you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the
You might as well be a brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? It's off with ya
rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rather rape ya little sister in front of ya
Flex it's Dipset baby, drop of bombs!
You dealing with dealers that's dealing 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 COCAINE COME ON THE BOAT
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 LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
WE...BE ON THE 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 WITH YOU, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

KILLA!
Mr. Giles with Mr. (what up Rell!)
Chocolate Maybach with (rims), these bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE DEGREEEEE
My third grade teacher, peep her....she want to for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I ain't make the roll (nope)
gym, the Dean 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 Thought about it bro, fuck a smart Alec ho!
ya lesson....fuck school, cop a pound
In the States spot a town, grams triple, 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 while they 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
not a baller you can't dribble, and ya middle name is little....COWARD!
Little nigga, little house, rocks
up on ya little block, hop out with my little glock
Make it pop, my whole clip fill it in ya
Before that make you say DIPSET a hundred times
Let me see old Soundscan, what 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
niggaz is dumb, I pre-school teach them
Plus I'm....stingy with rhymes, I tea-spoon them
We the braggers & the boasters, our ratchet's in the
Now we pull 'em out faggot, target pratice with ya (bang bang!)
God damn he's a up comedian
Hell Rell with a up TV rim