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I'm a New Orleans gangsta, 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!
Watchya know about that, huh!?!
So I'mm a keep it goin'
Keep it movin'
We can do it
I ain't trippin'
So far ahead of them niggas 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 niggas hurry and buy
And if you dry 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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