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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 WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

[Hell Rell:
WE...BE ON THE ASS NIGGAZ I AIN'T 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 YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

[Hell
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
Damn cocksucker 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 powder the scale
If you was in Clinton with me you wouldn't come out of ya
I'd have you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the
You might as well be a good brother, go to the
with me? It's off with ya arms
You'd rather on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rather rape ya little sister in front of ya
it's Dipset baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with dealers that's with the hand that they dealt
I'm my strap, always got my hand in my belt
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 ON THE BOAT NIGGA
I READ YA LIFE STORY AND IT GO THE JOKE....THAT'S WHY
I LAUGHING 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 BLOCK ASS
I AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR THESE JAMIE ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU

KILLA!
Mr. with Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)
Maybach 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 want to for me! (haha!)
I graduate, I ain't make the honor roll (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 Cam? Thought about 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 popping (now?)
Well be careful on the Hill, they could 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 bunch of riddles that you scribble
Your not a baller you dribble, and ya middle name is little....COWARD!
Little nigga, house, little rocks
Pull up on ya little block, hop out my little glock
Make it pop, my whole fill it in ya spine
Before that you say DIPSET a hundred million times
Let me see some old Soundscan, what did sell?
Teiarra Marie.....what that little freak
All them niggaz went wood and I'm laughing at
Got my wrist in the air throwing at them
These niggaz is dumb, I pre-school them
Plus I'm....stingy with rhymes, I tea-spoon them
We the & the boasters, our ratchet's in the holsters
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