- Song Name: Sets Go Up
- Artist Name: Juvenile
- Album: Reality Check
- Songwriters: Damon Grison, Scott Spencer Storch, Teruis Gray
- Release Date: 2006.03.07
- Label: Wea Japan
LYRICS FOR "Sets Go Up"
(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money f*** with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b******
And the sets go up
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Hey homie
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
Like in your hood
You get the f*** when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep
But if a ricochet hit you
Yeah
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
I'll throw a nigga f***** up with his revenues
I'ma tell you four f*****' 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*** with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b******
And the sets go up
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From the 3 to the 17
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New Orleans
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 b***
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
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*** with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b******
And the sets go up
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Now why you muggin' a nigga? Let that b**** go
Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat
Let her wil' out and flick it off a disco
Let me gas up
Ain't trickin' for the vagina
Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick toes
Good girls love G's
That's why niggaz need to tighten up and get low
I know you heard of
Let me check my palm pilot
Let me check my squad' wallets
My squad up in the crowd wilin'
Drive by in the '5-5
Five
Fifteen and another five
You hustlin' your block
(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money f*** with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at these b******
And the sets go up
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