I'm a New Orleans gangtsa, after the storm Boy it took bout 3 million to rebuild my home But, I'm back on defense I'm back in the zone I eat rappers go in my yard and bury they bones My pockets on "Raven Symone" Thats fat! wutchu know bout that, huh!?! So I'm a keep it goin' keep it movin' we can do it I aint trippin So far ahead of them niggaz we got a time difference Dont confuse me wit them, I'm different Tryin to holla at "TIP" for a movie audition I push that Maserati to the limit zig zaggin through that traffic like Emmitt I tell them niggaz hurry and buy And if you try n snitch you'll get burried alive Yeah, and I dont chase 'em like you do I keep a bad bitch skatin' like 'New-New'
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