$UICIDEBOY$ – AUDUBON lyrics

[Intro: Gangland]
New Orleans is ruled by thugs even more ruthless than LA's most violent gangs
The Crips & Bloods tried to establish themselves here, and these guys killed them. Simple as that—gone! See ya later!
We look at gangs like this; it's like a coward move to us. But a gang, it takes 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.

[Hook: Juvenile]
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing out of something
You handle your biz and don’t be crying and suffering
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing out of something
You handle your biz and don’t be crying and suffering

[Verse 1: WHO BOY BOY]
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
On 'em swinging like a helicopter
Got it covering this chopper
Spitting 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-a

[Hook: Juvenile & LIL WAAAAAA]
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing out of something
(Aye) You handle your biz, (aye, aye) and don’t be crying and suffering

[Verse 2: LIL WAAAAAA]
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, aye
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 the 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

[Hook: Juvenile]
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing out of something
You handle your biz and don’t be crying and suffering