[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 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



[Chorus - Freeway]

(Nev-er goin to)

It's (nev-er goin to change)

Shit 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 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



[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 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, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket



It's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]

Shot the wrong motherfucker

Shit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change



(Nev-er goin to change)