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 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 FOR THESE 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
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 plus I'm all the way til it stank...GUNPOWDER! Bust a open powder the scale If you was in with 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 me? It's off with ya arms You'd spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam You'd rather ya little sister in front of ya mom's Flex it's Dipset baby, hundreds of bombs! You dealing with dealers that's dealing the hand that they dealt I'm gripping my strap, got my hand in my belt Can't faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself Cause they pussy and I it and they know it theyself!!!
Rell: HOOK] MY COCAINE COME ON THE BOAT I READ YA STORY AND IT GO WITH THE JOKE....THAT'S WHY I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU (you funny niggaaaa!) I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, 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 YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU I AIN'T LAUGHING YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
KILLA! Mr. Giles with Mr. (what up Rell!) Chocolate Maybach with Baurties (rims), these could vomit, like.... TO COP THE THIRST MEEEE, GIVE ME THE THIRD DEGREEEEE My third teacher, peep her....she want to work for me! (haha!) I ain't graduate, I ain't the honor roll (nope) Failed gym, the Dean said I'm on a violent stroll (how's that?) Spit on Art teachers, every talent show 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 a town, grams triple, lock it down Oh, you got it Wanna get it popping now? (now?) be careful on the Hill, they could spot a clown They'll take ya and ya work while they clapping at ya You'll be running down the hill while laughing at ya
[Hell Your rap book is a 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 little Make it pop, my whole fill it in ya spine Before that make you say DIPSET a hundred million Let me see some old Soundscan, did Bleek sell? Teiarra Marie.....what that little sell? All them niggaz went wood and I'm at them Got my wrist in the air throwing karats at These niggaz is dumb, I pre-school them I'm....stingy with rhymes, I tea-spoon feed them We the braggers & the boasters, our ratchet's in the Now we pull 'em out faggot, target pratice ya posters (bang bang!) God he's a stand up comedian Hell Rell with a up TV rim