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Juvenile

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    (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 bitches

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    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
    'Cuz 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

    (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 bitches

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    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, 'cuz 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 'cuz 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 fuck with me
    (Four)
    I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

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    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, 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 fuck with me
    (Four)
    I'ma never stop hollerin' at these bitches

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