Change, shit   I guess change is good for any of us   Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggaz to get up out the hood   Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha   Got nuttin' but love for ya, do your thing boy      Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while   I'ma send this one out for ya'll, knahmean?   'Cause I ain't mad at cha   Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust   Givin' a motherfucker,   Yeah, niggaz 'cause I ain't mad at cha      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, witcha glock, trippin' off sherm   Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed   Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game      Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail   Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail   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', I hope your wife know   She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin'      I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember   I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her   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   Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad   Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's 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   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' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind   In time we 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      And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait   Don't give nobody no coochie while I 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      Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama I ain't happy here   I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple 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"      As soon as I touch down   I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down   The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha   'Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't 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 nuttin' to lots, ten carats to rock   Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block      He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key   Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury   See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made   Now we gotta slay you why 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 niggaz in my younger 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 a adolescents, I refuse to be a 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?   They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha   You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha      I ain't, mad at cha   (And I ain't mad at cha)   I ain't mad at cha   (Hell nah, I ain't mad at cha)   I ain't, mad at cha   (And I ain't mad at cha)   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