Sets Go Up

(专辑： Reality Check - 2006)

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

And the sets go up [17X]

[Juvenile]
Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us
Fucking over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs
Telling 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 getting 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 eyeballing a nigga down 'fore you get shot homie
You don't wanna know what I've been thinking up
You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
'cause I've been drinking 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 fucking things I'ma never do

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

And the sets go up [9X]

[Juvenile]
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo we doing 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 hanging in these streets
Have you talking to this and that nigga and showing your teeth
Walking 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 pushing 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 popping 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 trying to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollering at the bitches

And the sets go up [9X]

[Wacko]
Now why you mugging 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 tricking for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo' stupid ass trying 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 getting doe
Let me check my palm pilot, I'm getting hoes
Let me check my squad' wallets, we getting close
My squad up in the crowd wiling, they spitting 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 hustling your block, pop and you get some more

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop trying to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollering at these bitches

And the sets go up [17X]