Mobb Deep - Neva Change lyrics
[Mobb Deep - Neva Change lyrics]
Gun wars, money, hustle, the hoes
Niggas that don't get along for life
That's how it go
Momma's that don't take care of there kids
And let 'em roam
And you can see how he or she
Gon' be when they get grown
Your childhood, ideals crushed
Youth press due and stuffed that
Basically just go fuck your ass up
You a volcano about to erupt
Running the corrupt guns shiny
But them basketball trophies covered in dust
Them babies kids
The innocent that was lost in
Not them, circumstances
And had that hand forced
When I was little, yeah I
Dreamt of the Porshe, and of course
Ain't get it, admitted, them loose rocks
The only source
To that shit that rob and lease
Preech the riddle was in reach
God, give me one last word, to kill her
Yo, you looking down in the hood
Willing with that advice
But it's beat the other nigga
Getting killed tonight
Some things'll never change
Make a nigga say, fuck birthday
And fuck Christmas
Fuck a wishlist, I'm writing out my shitlist
It got a lot of names, I got a lot of time
Blow out brains
See now you out your fucking mind
You get gauged
For a pound of the wicked nine
You playing games to the sound
Of them guns fire
Cereal and powdered milk, that was then then
A-1 Sauce sandwiches, we was children
Growing up broke, snatching chains and coats
Smoking weed with coke, selling fiends soap
Drunk sleeping on the bench
I couldn't make it upstairs
Woke up and seen the kids
On they way to school, shit
Borrow money for my drug dealing friends
So I can buy beer
Yeah that'll put me on my feet again
See, this real shit
You probably never been through
Ching ching, now I got bling, but
Back to back, nigga, just getting knocked
Since swallowing the pack
Guess what? His heart stopped
It all happens in the hood
It never seems to stop
And even the good ones
Get drugs planted by them dirty cops
Back to back, niggas be getting shot
You would think that they would learn
From they first time being popped
From the hospital, straight back to the block
Can't budge my thugs
This is what we love and
Niggas that don't get along for life
That's how it go
Momma's that don't take care of there kids
And let 'em roam
And you can see how he or she
Gon' be when they get grown
Your childhood, ideals crushed
Youth press due and stuffed that
Basically just go fuck your ass up
You a volcano about to erupt
Running the corrupt guns shiny
But them basketball trophies covered in dust
Them babies kids
The innocent that was lost in
Not them, circumstances
And had that hand forced
When I was little, yeah I
Dreamt of the Porshe, and of course
Ain't get it, admitted, them loose rocks
The only source
To that shit that rob and lease
Preech the riddle was in reach
God, give me one last word, to kill her
Yo, you looking down in the hood
Willing with that advice
But it's beat the other nigga
Getting killed tonight
Some things'll never change
Make a nigga say, fuck birthday
And fuck Christmas
Fuck a wishlist, I'm writing out my shitlist
It got a lot of names, I got a lot of time
Blow out brains
See now you out your fucking mind
You get gauged
For a pound of the wicked nine
You playing games to the sound
Of them guns fire
Cereal and powdered milk, that was then then
A-1 Sauce sandwiches, we was children
Growing up broke, snatching chains and coats
Smoking weed with coke, selling fiends soap
Drunk sleeping on the bench
I couldn't make it upstairs
Woke up and seen the kids
On they way to school, shit
Borrow money for my drug dealing friends
So I can buy beer
Yeah that'll put me on my feet again
See, this real shit
You probably never been through
Ching ching, now I got bling, but
Back to back, nigga, just getting knocked
Since swallowing the pack
Guess what? His heart stopped
It all happens in the hood
It never seems to stop
And even the good ones
Get drugs planted by them dirty cops
Back to back, niggas be getting shot
You would think that they would learn
From they first time being popped
From the hospital, straight back to the block
Can't budge my thugs
This is what we love and