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

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

Rell]
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
Damn cocksucker 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 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 with ya
rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rape ya little sister in front of ya mom's
it's Dipset baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with dealers that's dealing the hand that they dealt
I'm my strap, always got my hand 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!!!

Rell: HOOK]
MY COCAINE COME ON THE 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 WITH YOU, 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 WITH 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 Maybach with Baurties (rims), these bitches vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE DEGREEEEE
My third grade teacher, peep her....she to work for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I ain't the honor roll (nope)
Failed gym, the Dean said I'm walking on a stroll (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, fighting talent show
the Principal, it's the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam sport the
Fuck with 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, it down
Oh, you got it now? Wanna get it popping (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
rap book is a whole bunch of riddles that you scribble
Your not a baller you can't dribble, and ya name is little....COWARD!
Little nigga, little house, 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 million times
Let me see some old Soundscan, what did Bleek
Teiarra Marie.....what that little sell?
All them niggaz wood and I'm laughing at them
Got my in the air throwing karats at them
These niggaz is dumb, I teach them
Plus I'm....stingy rhymes, I tea-spoon feed them
We the braggers & the boasters, our in the holsters
Now we 'em out faggot, target pratice with ya posters (bang bang!)
God damn a stand up comedian
Hell Rell a stand up TV rim