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

[Hell HOOK]
WE...BE ON THE BLOCK ASS NIGGAZ I 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 WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

Rell]
Now the on cruise, the scope's on you
Damn right cocksucker the 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 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 brother, go to the Mosque
Fucking with me? off with 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 it's baby, drop hundreds of bombs!
You dealing with that's dealing with 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 know it and they it theyself!!!

[Hell Rell:
MY COCAINE COME ON THE NIGGA
I YA LIFE STORY 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 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, I'M LAUGHING AT YOU

KILLA!
Mr. Giles with Mr. (what up Rell!)
Maybach with Baurties (rims), these bitches could vomit, like....
TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, 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)
gym, the Dean said I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)
Spit on Art teachers, every talent show
Fuck the Principal, the principle....SILENCE YO!
In the jam sport the
Fuck with Cam? Thought about it bro, fuck a smart ho!
ya lesson....fuck school, cop a pound
In the States spot a town, grams triple, lock it
Oh, you got it now? get it popping now? (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 down the while they laughing at ya

[Hell
Your rap 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 my little glock
Make it pop, my clip fill it in ya spine
Before that make you say DIPSET a hundred times
Let me see some old Soundscan, did Bleek sell?
Teiarra Marie.....what that freak sell?
All them niggaz went wood and I'm laughing at
Got my in the air throwing karats at them
These niggaz is dumb, I pre-school them
Plus I'm....stingy with rhymes, I feed them
We the braggers & the boasters, our in the holsters
Now we pull 'em out faggot, target pratice with ya (bang bang!)
God damn he's a up comedian
Hell Rell with a up TV rim