What U Know

I’m a New Orleans gangtsa, after the storm
Boy it took bout 3 million to rebuild my home
But, I’m back on defense I’m back in the zone
I eat rappers go in my yard and bury they bones
My pockets on «Raven Symone»
Thats fat!
wutchu know bout that, huh!?!
So I’m 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, I’m different
Tryin to holla at «TIP"for a movie audition
I push that Maserati to the limit
zig zaggin through that traffic like Emmitt
I tell them niggaz hurry and buy
And if you try n snitch you’ll get burried alive
Yeah, and I dont chase 'em like you do I keep a bad bitch skatin’like 'New-New'