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

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

Yeah, you I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin' a nigga down you get shot homie
You don't wanna what I've been thinkin' up
You better go 'head on and you another spot to chill
I've 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 nigga fucked up with his
I'ma tell you four fuckin' things I'ma do

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

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

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

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

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Now why you a nigga? Let that bitch go
Let her bounce a gangsta out six coat
Let her wil' out and it off a disco
Let me gas up, dick her down and get
Ain't trickin' for the vagina, I to get throat
Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick
Good love G's, that's how the shit go
why niggaz need to tighten up and get low

I you heard of, I'm gettin' doe
Let me my palm pilot, I'm gettin' hoes
Let me check my squad' wallets, we gettin'
My squad up in the crowd wilin', they 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)
Never gonna stop to get it
(Two)
turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop at these bitches

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