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Im a New Orleans gangtsa, after the storm Boy it took bout 3 million to rebuild my home But, Im back on defense Im back in the zone I eat rappers go in my yard and barry they bones My pockets on raven symone Thats fat wutchu know bout that, huh!?! So Im 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, Im different Tryin to holla at TIP for a movie audition I push that Masaradi to the limit Six seconds through that traffic like Emmit I tell them niggaz hury and buy And if you try snitch you'll get barried alive Yeah, and I dont chase 'em like you do I keep a bad bicth skatin' like New-New From Letras Mania