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I ain't laughin' wit' you, cuz I'm laughin' at you I ain't laughin' wit' you, cuz I'm laughin' at you I ain't laughin' wit' you, cuz I'm laughin' at you I ain't laughin' wit' you, cuz I'm laughin' at you Hell Rell: We be on the block ass niggaz I ain't got no time for these Jamie Foxx ass niggaz, that's why I ain't laughin' wit' you, cuz I'm laughin' at you I ain't laughin' wit' you, cuz I'm laughin' at you Verse 1 Hell Rell: Now the boat's on cruise (cruise) The scope's on you Damn right cocksucka the joke's on you I'm laughin' all the way to the bank Plus I'm blasting all the way 'til it stank, my gunpowder Bust a brick open, powder to scale If you was in Clinton with me, wouldn't come outta ya cell I'd have you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the yard You might as well be a good brother, go to the Mosque Fuckin' with me, it's off wit' ya arms You'd rather spit on the Qu'Ran ('Ran) in front of Saddam You'd rather rape ya little sister in front of ya moms Flex it's Dipset baby, drop 100s of bombs You dealing with dealers that's dealing with the hand that they dealt I'm grippin' my strap, always got my hand on my belt Can't take faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself Cuz they pussy and I know it and they know it theyself Hook Hell Rell: My coaine come on a boat nigga I read ya life story and it come with a joke, that's why I ain't laughin' wit' you, cuz I'm laughin' at you (You funny nigga) I ain't laughin' wit' you, cuz I'm laughin' at you We be on the block ass niggaz I ain't got no time for these Jamie Foxx ass niggaz, that's why I ain't laughin' wit' you, cuz I'm laughin' at you I ain't laughin' wit' you, cuz I'm laughin' at you Verse 2 Cam'ron: Killa Mr. Giles with Mr. Mohammed Chocolate Maybach with good barre, these bitches could vomit Like, to cop the thirst from me, give me the third degree My third grade teacher, peep her, she wanna work for me (Haha) I ain't graduate, I ain't make the honor roll (nope) Failed gym, the Dean said I'm walking on a violent stroll (How's that) Spit on art teachers, fighting every talent show Fuck the Principal, it's the principle of silence yo In a jam, sport the Calico (Calico) Fuck with Cam, thought about it bro, fuck a Smart-Alec ho Here's ya lesson, fuck school, cop a pound Interstate, spot a town, grams triple, lock it down Oh you got it now, wanna get it poppin' now (now) Well be careful on the Hill, they could spot a clown They'll take ya money and ya work while they cappin' at ya You'll be runnin' down the hill while they laughin' at ya Hook Verse 3 Hell Rell: Your rap book is a whole bunch of riddles that you scribbled You're not a baller, you can't dribble And ya middle name is Little, coward Little nigga, little house, little rocks Pull up on ya little block, hop out with my little Glock, make it pop (pop) My whole clip, fill it in ya spine Before that, make you say Dipset a hundred million times Lemme see some old Soundscan, what did Bleek sell (Nuthin') Teairra Mari', what dat little freak sell (Nuthin') All them niggaz went "What" and I'm laughin' at 'em Got my wrist in the air throwing karats at them These niggaz is dumb, I pre-school teach 'em Plus I'm, stingy with rhymes, I teaspoon feed 'em We the braggers and the boasters, our ratchets in the holsters Now we pull 'em out faggot, target pratice wit' ya posters (Bang Bang) Goddamn, he's a stand-up comedian Hell Rell wit' a stand-up TV rim Hook |