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I AIN'T WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU
I AIN'T WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, 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 AIN'T WITH YOU, CAUSE 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 cocksucker the on you
I'm laughing all the way to the
I'm blasting all the way til it stank...GUNPOWDER!
Bust a brick powder the scale
If you was in Clinton with me you wouldn't out of ya cell
I'd you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the yard
You might as be a good brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? It's off with ya
You'd rather on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rather rape ya little in front of ya mom's
Flex it's baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with dealers that's dealing with the that they dealt
I'm gripping my strap, always got my in my belt
Can't take faggots, I can him and his man by myself
Cause they pussy and I it and they know it theyself!!!

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

KILLA!
Mr. Giles Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)
Chocolate Maybach with (rims), these bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, ME THE THIRD DEGREEEEE
My third teacher, peep her....she want to work for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I make the honor roll (nope)
Failed gym, the said I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, fighting every talent
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, it down
Oh, you got it Wanna get it popping now? (now?)
Well be on the Hill, they could spot a clown
They'll take ya money and ya work while clapping at ya
You'll be running down the hill while laughing at ya

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