[Interlude: 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 you 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."

[Chorus: Juvenile]
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 something
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 something
You handle your biz and don’t be cryin' and sufferin'

[Verse 1: WHO BOY BOY]
Definition of the living 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 breaking bread
Head-dreaded boy from Waggaman
Petey Pablo shirt off, on 'em, swingin' like a helicopter
Got it covering 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-a
[Chorus: Juvenile]
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 something
You handle your biz and don’t be cryin' and sufferin'

[Verse 2: LIL WAAAAAA]
Ruby da fucking ape
Ruby da fucking orangutan
Mumblin' nothing, 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 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 drawin' a blank on who the fuck you is

[Chorus: Juvenile]
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 something
You handle your biz and don’t be cryin' and sufferin'