Lyrics:

New Orleans is ruled by thugs even more ruthless than LA's most violent gangs
Yeah, the Crips and Bloods tried to establish themselves here, and these guys killed 'em
Simple as that, gone, see you later
We look at gangs like this, it's like a coward move to us
But a gang, it take fifteen people to get in two cars and do a drive-by and kill one person
In New Orleans, I just saw one person kill fifteen people

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Definition of the livin' dead, got a dead bitch givin' head
Tulip flowers growin' on my bed, rust and blood settle on my lead
Broken soul, but I'm breakin' bread, head-dreaded boy from Waggaman
Petey Pablo shirt off, on 'em, swingin' like a helicopter
Got it coverin' this chopper, spittin' out them yoppas
Got the drama with the llama, 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-oh

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Ruby da fucking ape, Ruby da fucking orangutan
Mumblin' nothin', just the discussion of public destruction
I'm up in flames, the Soulja by the lake
Feelin' like I'm in the Navy, but I pull up in the tank, ayy
Sippin' the tang out of an AK, kangaroo the next lane
Lame move, you lookin' plain, can't redo the flex, mane
Camo on my body like I just got back from the war
I heard a bang in the bank, Ben Frank on the floor
Back in New Orleans, now everybody wanna score
I'm tryna finesse the lesser into something more
I'm drawin' a blank on who the fuck you is

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'