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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 WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M AT YOU

[Hell HOOK]
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS NIGGAZ I AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR THESE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

Rell]
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
Damn right 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 Clinton me you wouldn't come out of ya cell
I'd have you scared to go get dressed, to go to the yard
You might as well be a good brother, go to the
Fucking with me? It's off ya arms
rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rather rape ya little sister in of ya mom's
Flex Dipset baby, drop hundreds 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 faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself
they pussy and I know it and they know it theyself!!!

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

KILLA!
Mr. Giles with Mr. (what up Rell!)
Chocolate with Baurties (rims), these bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST MEEEE, GIVE 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 said I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)
on Art teachers, fighting every talent show
Fuck the Principal, the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam the Calicoooo
Fuck with Cam? 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 Wanna get it popping now? (now?)
Well be careful on the Hill, they could a clown
They'll take ya money and ya work they clapping at ya
You'll be running down the hill while they at ya

[Hell
Your rap is a whole bunch of riddles that you scribble
Your not a baller you can't dribble, and ya middle is little....COWARD!
nigga, little house, little rocks
Pull up on ya little block, hop out with my glock
Make it pop, my whole clip fill it in ya
Before that make you say DIPSET a million times
Let me see some old Soundscan, what did Bleek
Teiarra Marie.....what that little sell?
All them niggaz went and I'm laughing at them
Got my in the air throwing karats at them
These niggaz is dumb, I teach them
I'm....stingy with rhymes, I tea-spoon feed them
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 up comedian
Hell Rell with a up TV rim