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Never gonna tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my on my city
(Three)
let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop at the bitches

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Hey homie, you don't get familiar with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and to be thugs
Tellin' stories 'bout your when that was not how it was
Yeah, a nigga did some shit back in the days the pack
Like in your hood, you was out there gettin' paid with the crack
You get the fuck when you hear shots and not yo' peep
But if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo'

Yeah, you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not me
Quit eyeballin' a down 'fore you get shot homie
You don't wanna know I've been thinkin' up
You better go 'head on and find you another spot to
'Cuz been drinkin'
'Cuz we see a light and everything great
It's like everybody is in the same old state, ya know
I'll throw a fucked up with his revenues
tell you four fuckin' things I'ma never do

(One)
Never gonna stop to get it
(Two)
turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at the

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From the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and is
New Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cuz my peeps
You could pick up bad habits hangin' in these streets
Have you talkin' to this and nigga and showin' your teeth
Walkin' 'round you like you took care and you handled beef
Pissed off 'cuz your hoe wanna talk to me

To show me the little gift she done bought for me
I take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the
When niggaz wore Dickies like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas, ghost and Anita's used to be packed
And rumors started poppin' and it started to
We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot in the back
We had four rules in life and I can promise you

(One)
gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my
(Three)
Never let the money with me
(Four)
never stop hollerin' at the bitches

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Now why you muggin' a nigga? Let that go
Let her bounce with a out six coat
Let her out and flick it off a disco
Let me gas up, dick her and get ghost
Ain't for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and toes
Good girls G's, that's how the shit go
That's why niggaz to tighten up and get low

I you heard of, I'm gettin' doe
Let me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin'
Let me check my wallets, we gettin' close
My up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' more
Drive by in the '5-5, a '4
Five, five and another five, we get a
Fifteen and another five, you'll get blow
You hustlin' your block, pop and you get some

(One)
gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck me
(Four)
I'ma never hollerin' at these bitches

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