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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 hollerin' at the

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

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

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

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the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big
If ghetto you know 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' 'round you like you took care and you handled beef
Pissed off your hoe wanna come talk to me

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

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

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Now why you muggin' a 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 and get ghost
trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in and lick toes
Good girls love G's, that's how the go
why niggaz need to tighten up and get low

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

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

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