Freeway & Jake One - Never Gonna Change lyrics

{*Phone Ringing*} [Verse 1: ~Freeway~] It's like the Biggie +Warning+, almost six in the morning* 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 n***a Dame He schooled me to these lame a** n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 [Chorus: ~Freeway~] (Nev-er goin to) It's (nev-er goin to change) sh** ain't never gonna change [Verse 2: ~Freeway~] 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 n***a 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 sh** 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 motherf**ers do know me They put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies "He just came from Mecca, this n***a 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 {*Cop talking over Chorus*} ETS The Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn It's a black male, big beard, possibly armed Proceed with caution [Chorus: ~Freeway~] (Nev-er goin to) (Nev-er goin to change) Never [Verse 3: ~Freeway~] 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 n***a go, I'm damn near out of breath I'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the n***a go That's what the n***a get for tryin to take a n***a 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, (*gunshot*) she's wearin his jacket It's his baby mom, damn! {*Screaming*} Shot the wrong motherf**er sh**, I guess this sh** ain't never gonna change (Nev-er goin to change)