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

[Hell Rell:
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS NIGGAZ I AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR THESE JAMIE ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU
I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

[Hell
Now the boat's on cruise, the on you
Damn right the joke's on you
I'm all the way to the bank
plus I'm 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 have you to go get dressed, scared to go to the yard
You might as be a good brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? off with ya arms
You'd rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of
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 with the hand that they dealt
I'm gripping my strap, always got my hand in my
take faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself
Cause they pussy and I know it and they it theyself!!!

[Hell Rell:
MY COCAINE COME ON THE NIGGA
I YA LIFE STORY AND IT GO WITH THE JOKE....THAT'S WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M 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 THESE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T WITH YOU, CAUSE 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, ME THE THIRD DEGREEEEE
My third grade teacher, peep her....she to work for me! (haha!)
I graduate, I ain't make the honor roll (nope)
Failed gym, the Dean said I'm walking on a violent (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, fighting talent show
Fuck the Principal, the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam the Calicoooo
Fuck with Cam? Thought it bro, fuck a smart Alec ho!
Here's ya lesson....fuck school, cop a
In the States a town, grams triple, lock it down
Oh, you got it now? Wanna get it now? (now?)
Well be careful on the Hill, could spot a clown
They'll take ya money and ya work 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!
nigga, little house, little rocks
Pull up on ya block, hop out with my little glock
Make it pop, my whole clip it in ya spine
Before that make you say DIPSET a million times
Let me see some old Soundscan, did Bleek sell?
Teiarra Marie.....what that freak sell?
All niggaz went wood and I'm laughing at them
Got my wrist in the air throwing karats at
These is dumb, I pre-school teach them
Plus I'm....stingy with rhymes, I tea-spoon feed
We the braggers & the boasters, our in the holsters
Now we pull 'em out faggot, target with ya posters (bang bang!)
God damn a stand up comedian
Rell with a stand up TV rim