I Ain't Mad At Cha

I Ain't Mad at Cha

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(T. Shakur, D. Arnaud)

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--Spoken--

Change, Shit

I guess change is good for any of us

Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggas

to get up out the hood

Shit, I'm with yah

I ain't mad at cha

I got nothin' but love for yah To your thing boy

Yah, All the homies I ain't talk to in awhile

I'm a send this out to y'all

know what I mean

Cuz, I ain't mad at cha

I heard all of y'all tearing up shit out there

Kickin' up dust

Not givin' a mutha-fuck

Yah, niggas

Cuz, I ain't mad at cha

Now, we where once two niggas of the same kind

quick to holler at a hoochie with the same line

You were just a little smaller but you still rolled

Got stressed the [?Wide Eight?] and hit the hood stroll

I remember when yah had a Jerry Curl didn't quite learn

On the block with ya glock trippin' of sherm

Collect calls to the tip

Sayin' how yah changed

Oh you a Muslim now

No more dope game

Heard you might be coming home. Just got bail

wanna go to the Mosque

Don't wanna chase tail

I scared I lost my little homie. He's a changed man

Hit the penn and now, no sinnin' is the game plan

When I talk about money all you see is the struggle

When I tell ya, I'm livin' large you say its trouble

Congratulation on the wedding

I hope your wife know

She got a playa for life

And that's no bull shitin'

I know we grew apart

You probably don't remember

I usta fiend for your sister but never went up in her

And I can see us after school

We'd bomb on the

first mutha-fucka

with the wrong shit on

And now, the whole shits changed

and We don't even kick it

got a big money scheme

And you ain't even with it

Knew in my heart

You were the same mutha-fucka bad

Go toe to toe when it's time to roll

You got a brothas back

And I can't even trip

I'm just laughin' at yah

You tryin' hard to maintain

And go ahead

Cuz, I ain't mad at cha

--Chorus--

We used to be like distant couzins

fightin', playin' dozens whole nieghborhood buzzin'

Knowin'

that we was wasn't

Usta catch us on the roof

or behind stairs

I'm gettin' blitz and I reminisce

On all the time we shared

Beside

Bumpin' n' grindin'

Was nothin' on our mind

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Rewind us back

To a time

We were much to young, to know

I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow

And even thou we seperated

You said that you'd waited

Don't give nobody no coochie while I'll be locked up state

I kiss my mama good bye

Wipe, the tears from her lonely eyes

Said, that I'll return

But I gotta fight the bitch that ride

Don't shed a tear

cuz, mama I ain't happy here

I'm through trials

and no more smiles

for a couple a years

They got me goin' mad

I'm knocking brothas on their backs

in my cell

Thinkin' hell

I know one day I'll be back

As soon as I touch down

I told my girl

I'll be there so prepare to get fucked down

The homies wanna kick it

But I'm just laughin' at yah

Cuz, you is a down ass bitch

And I ain't mad at cha

--Chorus--

Well guess who's moving up? This niggas ballin' now

Bitches be callin' to get it Hookers keep fallin' down

He went from nothin' to a lot

Ten karat's the spot

He went from a nobody nigga

to the big man on the block

He's Mr. local celebrity

Addicted movin' key

most hated by enemy

Escaping the luxury

See, first you was our nigga but you made it

So the choice is made

Now we gotta slay you while you faded

In the younger days

So full of pain while the weapons blaze

Gettin' so high off the bomb

Hopin' we can make it

To the better dayz

Cuz, crime pays

And in time

You'll find a rhyme

That'll blaze you'll feel the fire

from the niggas in my younger dayz

So many changed homie

So many tried to plot

then I keep a glock beside my haaand

When will it stop?

'Till god return me to my essence

Cuz, even as a adolecent

I refuse to be a convelecent

So many questions,

And they ask me if I'm still down

I moved up out of the ghetto

So I ain't real now

They got so much to say

But I'm just laughin' at yah

You niggas just don't know

But I ain't mad at cha

--Chorus till fade--

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