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

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

[Hell
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
Damn right 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 open powder the scale
If you was in Clinton me you wouldn't come out of ya cell
I'd have you to go get dressed, scared to go to the yard
You as well be a good brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? It's off with ya
rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam
You'd rather ya little sister in front of ya mom's
Flex Dipset baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with dealers that's dealing with the hand they dealt
I'm my strap, always got my hand in my belt
Can't 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 BOAT
I READ YA LIFE AND IT GO WITH 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 FOXX ASS NIGGAZ...THATS WHY
I AIN'T WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU
I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

KILLA!
Mr. with Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)
Chocolate Maybach with Baurties (rims), these could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, ME THE THIRD DEGREEEEE
My grade teacher, peep her....she want to work for me! (haha!)
I ain't graduate, I ain't make the roll (nope)
gym, the Dean said I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, fighting talent show
Fuck the Principal, the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam sport the
Fuck with Thought about it bro, fuck a smart Alec ho!
ya lesson....fuck school, cop a pound
In the States a town, grams triple, lock it down
Oh, you got it Wanna get it popping now? (now?)
Well be careful on the Hill, could spot a clown
They'll take ya and ya work while they clapping at ya
You'll be down the hill while they laughing at ya

[Hell
Your rap book is a whole bunch of riddles that you
not a baller you can't dribble, and ya middle name is little....COWARD!
Little nigga, house, little rocks
Pull up on ya little block, hop out with my glock
it pop, my whole clip 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 freak
All them niggaz went wood and I'm at them
Got my wrist in the air karats at them
These niggaz is dumb, I pre-school teach
Plus I'm....stingy rhymes, I tea-spoon feed them
We the braggers & the boasters, our in the holsters
Now we pull 'em out faggot, target with ya posters (bang bang!)
God damn he's a up comedian
Hell with a stand up TV rim