nigga doing it just ask the niggas around me So you can't size me up or try to clown, a Shark in the water jump in and I'ma drown you New Orleans nigga
don't eat pasta Only fuckin' wit' the shrimp and the lobster Murder the pussy whole in, ya, boy When I'm dressed up like a rastah New Orleans and Chi
but then they Jerry Lewis Take that money that was allocated to us Put us in some fucked up trailers then sue us Watchin' Katrina is worser than Argentina See New Orleans
With a lot of luck and a pretty face And some time to waste Leave without a trace Leave without a trace Leave without a trace I tried to dance at a funeral New Orleans
m high like a pitch like Mariah and shit I guess I'm higher than a bitch keep it dirty like I'm lion in the ditch Like Eli I'm from new Orleans I'm a
dead Anybody in the city cops say did Look me in my eyes, nah look me in my barrel Leave a barrel strawberry cherry on ya apple I'm a very scary, new Orleans
gangsta bitches (soldiers) from richmond (atlanta) down south (alabama) To the east coast (to the west coast) To motherfuckin kentucky, missouri (to florida) to dallas (houston) To new orleans
pour gas on you and lit you I'm getting paid off the services of AK's I'm out here bad I know niggas who got grenades That's how it is in New Orleans
when your Arsenal's a knife No heart in you to survive, nigga living like an orphan Beefing bout New Jersey but you living in New Orleans I ain't even
put him in that muthafuckin long black hearse I mean, once you gone nigga you layin in the dirt Ain't no love in new orleans, All the way to richmond
to get into the gate [chorus] [c-murder] Is there a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga like me ( I doubt it) Cause niggaz like me down south (new orleans
to get into the gate [Chorus] [C-Murder] Is there a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga like me ( I doubt it) Cause niggaz like me down south (New Orleans
baby, b I left her c down in hollywood g(sus4) cemetary. Break: Em-c-g-g7-b-em-c(7) G-b-c-g(sus4) She got her petees? and coffee ,while the band plays a funeral dirge In new orleans
that bridge Welcome to Brooklyn Put your lighters up, LA Put your lighters up, VA Put your lighters up, Texas Keep putting your lighters up, New Orleans
to shooting Fuck the law Keep packing that steel Real real when your riding the feel just chill And peace will be still Nigga from Cleveland to New Orleans
the Mana Easter Hill, North Richmond niggas in Portchester, P-7 all my motherfuckin dead soldiers ya'll gonna be missed and all my motherfuckin down there in New Orleans
Lay me in flowers, sweet magnolia New Orleans style Play, me a funeral procession Second line rhythm, walk me that mile Find a tomb for my hiding Oh,
