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New Orleans is ruled by thugs even more ruthless than LA's most violent gangs Do you know the Crips and Bloods tried to establish themselves here And these guys killed him Simple as that, gone, see ya later We look at gangs like this, it's like a coward move to us In a gang it take fifteen people to get in two cars and do a driveby And kill one person In New Orleans I done seen one person kill fifteen people Definition of the living dead Got a dead bitch giving head Tulip flowers growing on my bed Rust and blood settle on my lead Broken soul but I'm breaking bread Head dreaded boy from Waggaman Petey Pablo shirt off But no swinging like a helicopter Got it covering this chopper Spitting out them yoppas Got the drama with the lama I can get you to Nirvana Run them pockets proper We create our own karma Balboa out the magnolia Northside soulja Need the keys to the rover Yung $carecrow Ruby the fucking ape Ruby the fucking orangutan Mumbling nothing Just the discussion of public destruction I'm up in flames The soulja by the lake Feeling like i'm in the navy, but I pull up in the tank Sipping the tang out of an AK Kangaroo the next lane Lame move you looking plain Can't redo the flex mane Camo on my body like I just got back from war I heard a bang in the bank Ben Frank on the floor Back in New Orleans, now everybody wanna score I'm trying to finesse the lesser into something more I'm drawing a blank on who the fuck you is
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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