I Ain't Mad at Cha

I ain't, mad at cha, no

Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

In my cell, thinkin', "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"

I'ma send this one out for ya'll, knahmean?
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while

(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared
Givin' a motherfucker,
(And I ain't mad at cha)
When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife know

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin'
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
As soon as I touch down
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama I ain't happy here
Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind

I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow

You was just a little smaller but you still roll
Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down

And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
(A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)
Got nuttin' but love for ya, do your thing boy
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
(I ain't mad at cha)
And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
Well, guess who's movin' up, this nigga's ballin' now
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
And I can't even trip, ‘cause I'm just laughin' at cha
He went from nuttin' to lots, ten carats to rock
'Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
Besides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
I ain't, mad at cha
Yeah, niggaz 'cause I ain't mad at cha
Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury

'Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
(Hell nah, I ain't mad at cha)
'Cause I ain't mad at cha

Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust

So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail

You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

(And I ain't mad at cha)
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha
'Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
I ain't, mad, at cha

Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
I ain't, mad at cha
I kiss my mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
I ain't, mad at cha
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
(I ain't mad at cha)
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggaz to get up out the hood
I ain't mad at cha
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
On the block, witcha glock, trippin' off sherm
Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it, to the better days
I ain't, mad, at cha
I ain't, mad, at cha
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived

'Til God return me to my essence
Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
I ain't mad at cha
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin' that we wasn't