Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Gonna Change, artist - Freeway.
Date of issue: 14.02.2010
Song language: English
Never Gonna Change |
I’m receivin a call, it’s just me and a broad |
I’m still in my drawers, just got finished beatin |
I was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved |
Back to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame |
He schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad |
Got up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up |
Two more clips for back up, they act up, we act up |
I told the chick «pack up, 'cause it’s time to go, you gotta roll» |
I’m about to hook up with my bro (bros) |
These niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough |
They seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad |
Get me for my stash, leave tag on toe |
But they’re never ever gonna get that close |
We play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe |
We play war games, more flames, spit that foe |
Oh, Battleship, sink that boat |
If it don’t sink then y’all niggaz gotta row |
Row your boat, quickly down the stream |
Get too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam |
Now his body floatin down the river with a scheme |
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer’s but a dream |
And it’s |
(Nev-er goin to) |
It’s (nev-er goin to change) |
Shit ain’t never gonna change |
This how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn |
Tried to stick the connect and got connected on |
Quickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them |
Now they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more |
Hit up they buddies, you dummies, studied «The Art of War» |
Heard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore |
And that’s where he hidin, so that’s where we ridin |
I got connects out there, my nigga Mully |
Hundred grand, his chick Chantel that I’ve been hittin since the '90's |
Post up at her house, it’s not far from they house |
Got two eyes on they house, in case they go out |
I told her to go out, we might have a spray out |
I think way out, got the shit laid out |
I ain’t never been afraid to pull the AK out |
In broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out |
Bring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts |
That’s my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me |
They put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies |
«He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious? |
We about to give him the business and leave him too holy» |
Nope, you’re never gonna get that far |
We will spray y’all, A-R flip that car |
We will lay y’all, underneath the concrete |
Trust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they’ll never find the body |
Caught him in the hotel lobby |
Slippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me |
ETS |
The Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn |
It’s a black male, big beard, possibly armed |
Proceed with caution |
(Nev-er goin to) |
(Nev-er goin to change) |
Never |
He got away this time but I’m on his top |
Now he know I’m in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop |
I got to play like him, move like him, think like him |
Strike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle |
Make sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel |
Up in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible |
I gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine |
I know his whereabouts, I’m packin all my gear and stuff |
From Chantel house and now I’m headin out to air him out |
Jumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted |
You can’t see who’s in it |
You don’t know if I came to spark you or not |
I just parked on his block |
And I’m sittin here patient 'til I spot my target |
There the nigga go, I’m damn near out of breath |
I’m gonna catch him this time, won’t let the nigga go |
That’s what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough |
I’m 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest |
Time to put him to rest, I scream «let's have it!» |
Squoze the ratchet, she’s wearin his jacket |
It’s his baby mom, damn! |
Shot the wrong motherfucker |
Shit, I guess this shit ain’t never gonna change |
(Nev-er goin to change) |