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

[Hell
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
Damn right the joke's on you
I'm laughing all the way to the
plus I'm all the way til it stank...GUNPOWDER!
a brick open powder the scale
If you was in Clinton me you wouldn't come out of ya cell
I'd you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the yard
You might as well be a brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? It's off with ya
You'd rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of
You'd rather rape ya little sister in of ya mom's
Flex it's Dipset baby, drop of bombs!
You dealing dealers that's dealing with the hand 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 and I know it and they know it theyself!!!

[Hell HOOK]
MY COCAINE COME ON THE BOAT
I YA LIFE STORY AND IT GO WITH THE JOKE....THAT'S WHY
I AIN'T WITH 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 AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR JAMIE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

KILLA!
Mr. with Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)
Chocolate Maybach with Baurties (rims), these could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE THIRD
My grade teacher, peep her....she want to work for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I ain't make the honor (nope)
Failed gym, the Dean 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 the Calicoooo
Fuck with Cam? Thought about it bro, fuck a smart ho!
Here's ya lesson....fuck school, cop a
In the States spot a town, grams triple, lock it
Oh, you got it now? get it popping now? (now?)
Well be careful on the Hill, could spot a clown
They'll take ya money and ya while they clapping at ya
You'll be running the hill while they laughing at ya

[Hell
Your rap book is a whole bunch of that you scribble
Your not a baller you 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 fill it in ya spine
that make you say DIPSET a hundred million times
Let me see some old Soundscan, did Bleek sell?
Teiarra Marie.....what that little sell?
All them niggaz went and I'm laughing at them
Got my wrist in the air karats at them
These niggaz is dumb, I pre-school teach
Plus I'm....stingy rhymes, I tea-spoon feed them
We the braggers & the boasters, our ratchet's in the
Now we pull 'em out faggot, target pratice with ya (bang bang!)
God he's a stand up comedian
Hell Rell with a up TV rim