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(CLASSIC LYRICS)<br/>Change, shit<br/>I guess change is good for any of us<br/>Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood<br/>Shit, I'm witcha, I ain't mad at cha<br/>Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy<br/>Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while<br/>I'ma send this one out for y'all, kna' mean?<br/>'Cause I ain't mad at cha<br/>Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust<br/>Givin' a motherfuck<br/>Yeah, niggas (mad at cha)<br/>'Cause I ain't mad at cha<br/>Now we was once two niggas of the same kind<br/>Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line<br/>You was just a little smaller but you still rolled<br/>Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swole<br/>'Member when you had a Jheri Curl, didn't quite learn<br/>On the block, witcha Glock, trippin' off sherm<br/>Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed<br/>Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game<br/>Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail<br/>Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail<br/>I seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man<br/>Hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan<br/>When I talk about money, all you see is the struggle<br/>When I tell you I'm livin' large, you tell me it's trouble<br/>Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know<br/>She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin'<br/>I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember<br/>I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her<br/>And I can see us after school, we'd bomb<br/>On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on<br/>Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it<br/>Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it<br/>Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that<br/>Go toe-to-toe when it's time for roll, you got a brother's back<br/>And I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha<br/>You tryin' hard to maintain, then go 'head<br/>'Cause I ain't mad at cha<br/>(Hmm) (I ain't mad at cha)<br/>I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha)<br/>I ain't, mad, at cha<br/>We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens<br/>Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin', that we wasn't<br/>Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs<br/>I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared<br/>Besides bumpin' and grindin', wasn't nothin' on our mind<br/>In time we learned to live a life of crime<br/>Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know<br/>I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow<br/>And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait<br/>Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked upstate<br/>I kiss my mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes<br/>Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived<br/>Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama I ain't happy here<br/>I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years<br/>They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs<br/>In my cell, thinkin, \