| «New Orleans is ruled by thugs even more ruthless than LA’s most violent gangs.»
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| «The Crips & Bloods tried to establish themselves here, and these guys killed
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| them. |
| Simple as that—gone! |
| See you later!»
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| «We look at gangs like this, it’s like a coward move to us. |
| But a gang,
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| it takes fifteen people to get in two cars and do a drive-by and kill one
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| person. |
| In New Orleans, I just saw one person kill fifteen people.»
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| You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
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| Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
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| You know what it is, to make nothin' out of something
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| You handle your biz and don’t be cryin' and sufferin'
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| You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
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| Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
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| You know what it is, to make nothin' out of something
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| You handle your biz and don’t be cryin' and sufferin'
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| Definition of the living dead, got a dead bitch givin' head
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| Tulip flowers growin' on my bed, rust and blood settle on my lead
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| Broken soul, but I’m breaking bread
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| Head-dreaded boy from Waggaman
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| Petey Pablo shirt off, on 'em, swingin' like a helicopter
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| Got it covering this chopper, spittin' out them yoppas
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| Got the drama with the llama, I can get you to Nirvana
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| Run them pockets proper, we create our own karma
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| Balboa out the Magnolia, Northside Soulja
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| Need the keys to the Rover
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| Yung $carecrow-a
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| You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
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| Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
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| You know what it is, to make nothin' out of something
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| You handle your biz and don’t be cryin' and sufferin'
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| Ruby da fucking ape
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| Ruby da fucking orangutan
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| Mumblin' nothing, just the discussion of public destruction
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| I’m up in flames, the Soulja by the lake
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| Feelin' like I’m in the navy, but I pull up in the tank, ayy
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| Sippin' the tang out of an AK, kangaroo the next lane
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| Lame move, you looking plain
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| Can’t redo the flex, mane
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| Camo on my body like I just got back from the war
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| I heard a bang in the bank, Ben Frank on the floor
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| Back in New Orleans, now everybody wanna score
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| I’m trying to finesse the lesser into something more
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| I’m drawin' a blank on who the fuck you is
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| You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
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| Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
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| You know what it is, to make nothin' out of something
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| You handle your biz and don’t be cryin' and sufferin' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Audubon, artist - $uicideBoy$. Album song KILL YOURSELF Part XII: The Dark Glacier Saga, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп