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