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[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin` to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I`ma never stop hollerin` at the snitches
And the sets go up [17X]
[Juvenile]
Hey homie, you don`t wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin` 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 shit back in the days with the pack
Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin` paid with the crack
You get the fuck 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 fucked up with his revenues
I`ma tell you four fuckin` things I`ma never do
[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin` to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck 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
Pissed 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
[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin` to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck 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 vagina, I like to get throat
Yo` stupid ass tryin` to stay in here and lick toes
Good girls love G`s, that`s how the shit 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
[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin` to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I`ma never stop hollerin` at these snitches