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- Juvenile feat Juvvenile

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ne) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it.

(Two) Never turn my back on my city.

(Three) Never let the money f***k with me.

(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the snitches.

And the sets go up [9X].

[Juvenile].

Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us.

F***' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush.

I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs.

Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was.

Yeah a nigga did some s***t back in the days with the pack.

Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid with the crack.

You get the f***k when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep.

But if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo' heat.

Yeah you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me.

Quit eyeballin' a nigga down 'fore you get shot homie.

You don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' up.

You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill.

'cause I've been drinkin' cuz.

We see a light and everything ain't great.

It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know.

I'll throw a nigga f***ked up with his revenues.

I'ma tell you four f***kin' things I'ma never do.

(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it.

(Two) Never turn my back on my city.

(Three) Never let the money f***k with me.

(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the snitches.

And the sets go up [9X].

[Juvenile].

From the 3 to the 17, ey yo we doin' it big.

If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is.

New Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cause these my peeps.

You could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets.

Have you talkin' to this and that nigga and showin' your teeth.

Walkin' round you like you took care and you handled your beef.

P***d off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to me.

To show me the little gift that she done bought for me.

I take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the size.

When niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs.

We cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's used to be packed.

And rumors started poppin' and it started to crack.

We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back.

We had four rules in life and I can promise you that.

(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it.

(Two) Never turn my back on my city.

(Three) Never let the money f***k with me.

(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the snitches.

And the sets go up [9X].

[Wacko].

Now why you muggin' a nigga? Let that bitch go.

Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat.

Let her wil' out and flick it off a disco.

Let me gas up, dick her down and get ghost.

Ain't trickin' for the v****, I like to get throat.

Yo' stupid a*s tryin' to stay in here and lick toes.

Good girls love G's, that's how the s***t go.

That's why niggaz need to tighten up and get low.

I know you heard of *clap-clap*, I'm gettin' doe.

Let me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin' hoes.

Let me check my squad' wallets, we gettin' close.

My squad up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' more.

Drive by in the '5-5, forget a '4.

Five, five and another five, we get a show.

Fifteen and another five, you'll get some blow.

You hustlin' your block, pop and you get some more.

(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it.

(Two) Never turn my back on my city.

(Three) Never let the money f***k with me.

(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at these snitches.

And the sets go up [9X]