I Ain't Mad at Cha

'Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?

Well, guess who's movin' up, this nigga's ballin' now
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
I ain't mad at cha

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
I'ma send this one out for ya'll, knahmean?
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha
I ain't, mad at cha
'Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
As soon as I touch down
When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble
Givin' a motherfucker,
(I ain't mad at cha)
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
I ain't, mad at cha, no
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it

'Cause I ain't mad at cha

He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin' that we wasn't
Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama I ain't happy here
I ain't, mad at cha
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail

You was just a little smaller but you still roll

Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
I ain't, mad at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

So many changed on me, so many tried to plot

Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin'

'Til God return me to my essence
I ain't, mad, at cha
Besides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while

'Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan
(A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
(Hell nah, I ain't mad at cha)
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust

Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
(And I ain't mad at cha)
Yeah, niggaz 'cause I ain't mad at cha
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
(I ain't mad at cha)
On the block, witcha glock, trippin' off sherm

In my cell, thinkin', "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
I kiss my mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
He went from nuttin' to lots, ten carats to rock
I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow
And I can't even trip, ‘cause I'm just laughin' at cha

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggaz to get up out the hood
I ain't, mad, at cha

Got nuttin' but love for ya, do your thing boy
I ain't, mad, at cha
Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury
Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it, to the better days

Congratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife know
I ain't mad at cha
'Cause I ain't mad at cha