(CLASSIC LYRICS)<br />Change, shit<br />I guess change is good for any of us<br />Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood<br />Shit, I'm witcha, I ain't mad at cha<br />Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy<br />Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while<br />I'ma send this one out for y'all, kna' mean?<br />'Cause I ain't mad at cha<br />Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust<br />Givin' a motherfuck<br />Yeah, niggas (mad at cha)<br />'Cause I ain't mad at cha<br />Now we was once two niggas of the same kind<br />Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line<br />You was just a little smaller but you still rolled<br />Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swole<br />'Member when you had a Jheri Curl, didn't quite learn<br />On the block, witcha Glock, trippin' off sherm<br />Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed<br />Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game<br />Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail<br />Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail<br />I seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man<br />Hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan<br />When I talk about money, all you see is the struggle<br />When I tell you I'm livin' large, you tell me it's trouble<br />Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know<br />She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin'<br />I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember<br />I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her<br />And I can see us after school, we'd bomb<br />On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on<br />Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it<br />Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it<br />Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that<br />Go toe-to-toe when it's time for roll, you got a brother's back<br />And I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha<br />You tryin' hard to maintain, then go 'head<br />'Cause I ain't mad at cha<br />(Hmm) (I ain't mad at cha)<br />I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha)<br />I ain't, mad, at cha<br />We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens<br />Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin', that we wasn't<br />Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs<br />I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared<br />Besides bumpin' and grindin', wasn't nothin' on our mind<br />In time we learned to live a life of crime<br />Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know<br />I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow<br />And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait<br />Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked upstate<br />I kiss my mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes<br />Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived<br />Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama I ain't happy here<br />I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years<br />They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs<br />In my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"<br />As soon as I touch down<br />I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down<br />The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha<br />'Cause you's a down-ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha<br />I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't ma....
