I Ain't Mad At Cha (ft. Danny Boy)

Change, shit, I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm with ya, I ain't mad at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, Boy
Yeah (oh), all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all
Nah mean? 'Cause I ain't mad at cha (oh)
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there (oh yeah)
Kickin' up dust, givin' a motherfuck
Yeah, niggas (mad at cha), 'cause I ain't mad at cha

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line (line)
You was just a little smaller, but you still rolled
Got stretched to YA and hit the hood swoll (swoll)
'Member when you had a Jheri curl, didn't quite learn
On the block, with ya Glock, trippin' off sherm (sherm)
Collect calls to the crib, sayin' how you've changed
Oh, you a Muslim now? No more dope game (game)

Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail (tail)
It seems I lost my lil' homie, he's a changed man
Hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan (plan)
When I talk about money, all you see is the struggle (struggle)
When I tell you I'm livin' large, you tell me it's trouble (trouble)

Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin' (bullshittin')
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her (oh)
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on

Now the whole shit's changed and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it, hm (with it)
Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that
Go toe to toe when it's time to roll, you got a brother's back (back)
And I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha
You tryin' hard to maintain, then go 'head
'Cause I ain't mad at cha (mad at cha)

Oh (yeah, I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin' that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin' blitzed, and I reminisce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin' and grindin', wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time, we'd learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony, lovin' the way the guns blow (blow)

And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I'll be locked up state
I kiss my mama goodbye and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight, the fate's arrived (arrived)
Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama, I ain't happy here
I blew trial, no more smiles for a couple years (years)
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
In my cell, thinkin', "Hell, I know one day I'll be back" (back)

As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'd be there, so prepare to get fucked down (down)
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha
'Cause you's a down-ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha (mad at cha)

I ain't mad at cha (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha
A true down-ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha

Well, guess who's movin' up? This nigga's ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to lots, ten carats to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block
He's Mr. Local Celebrity, addicted to movin' ki's
Most hated by enemies, escape in 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 that bomb, hopin' we make it to the better days
'Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days (days)
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a Glock beside my head, when will it stop?
'Til God return me to my essence
'Cause even as an adolescent, I refused to be a convalescent (convalescent)

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? (Now)
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha
You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha (mad at cha)

I, I ain't mad at cha (I ain't mad at cha, mad at cha, mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha (hell nah, I ain't mad at cha, mad at cha, mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha), no
I ain't mad at cha (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha, no
I ain't mad at cha