I Ain't Mad at Cha
Album: All Eyez on Me
Release Date: 2/13/96
Label: Death Row
Explicit version of "I Ain't Mad at Cha" lyrics
Change
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggaz to get up out the hood
S***
Got nuttin' but love for ya
Yeah
I'ma send this one out for ya'll
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin' up s*** out there
Givin' a m***********
Yeah
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roll
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block
Collect calls to the till
Oh
Heard you might be comin' home
Wanna go to the mosque
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin'
She got a playa for life
I know we grew apart
I used to fiend for your sister
And I can see us after school
On the first m*********** with the wrong s*** on
Now the whole s***'s changed
Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it
Knew in my heart you was the same m*********** bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip
You tryin hard to maintain
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't
We used to be like distant cousins
Whole neighborhood buzzin'
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' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back
I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow
And even though we separated
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my mama goodbye
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear
I'm through trial
They got me goin' mad
In my cell
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there
The homies wanna kick it
'Cause youse a down ass b****
I ain't
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't
(A true down ass b****
Well
B****** be callin' to get it
He went from nuttin' to lots
Went from a nobody nigga to the big
He's Mister local celebrity
Most hated by enemy
See
Now we gotta slay you why you faded
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it
'Cause crime pays
You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
So many changed on me
That I keep a glock beside my head
'Til God return me to my essence
'Cause even as a adolescents
So many questions
I moved up out of the ghetto
They got so much to say
You niggaz just don't know
I ain't
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha
(Hell nah
I ain't
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't
I ain't mad at cha
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