Audubon - Intellectual

[Intro: Gangland]

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

[Chorus: Juvenile & Who Boy Who]

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

[Chorus: Juvenile & Lil Waaaaaa]

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'