| Change, shit
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| I guess change is good for any of us
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| Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
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| Shit, I'm wit' ya, I ain't mad at cha
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| Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy
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| Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
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| I'ma send this one out for y'all
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| Know what I mean? |
| 'Cause I ain't mad at cha
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| Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there
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| Kickin' up dust, givin' a motherfuck
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| Yeah, niggas, 'cause I ain't mad at cha
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| Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
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| Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
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| You was just a little smaller, but you still rolled
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| Got stretched to Y.A. |
| and hit the hood swoll
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| 'Member when you had a Jheri Curl, didn't quite learn
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| On the block, wit'cha Glock, trippin' off sherm
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| Collect calls to the crib, sayin' how you've changed
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| Oh, you a Muslim now? |
| No more dope game
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| Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
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| Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail
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| It seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man
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| Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan
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| When I talk about money, all you see is the struggle
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| When I tell you I'm livin' large, you tell me it's trouble
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| Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know
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| She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin'
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| I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
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| I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
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| And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
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| On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
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| Now the whole shit's changed and we don't even kick it
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| Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it
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| Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that
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| Go toe to toe when it's time to roll, you got a brother's back
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| And I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha
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| You tryin' hard to maintain, then go ahead
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| 'Cause I ain't mad at cha
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| I ain't mad at cha
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| I ain't mad at cha
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| I ain't mad at cha
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| We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
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| Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin' that we wasn't
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| Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
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| I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared
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| Besides bumpin' and grindin', wasn't nothin' on our mind
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| In time, we'd learned to live a life of crime
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| Rewind us back to a time was much too young to know
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| I caught a felony, lovin' the way the guns blow
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| And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
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| Don't give nobody no coochie while I'll be locked up state
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| I kiss my mama goodbye and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
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| Said I'll return but I gotta fight, the fate's arrived
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| Don't shed a tear, 'cause Mama, I ain't happy here
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| I blew trial, no more smiles for a couple years
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| They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
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| In my cell, thinkin', "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
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| As soon as I touch down
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| I told my girl I'd be there, so prepare to get fucked down
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| The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha
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| 'Cause you's a down-ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha
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| I ain't mad at cha
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| I ain't mad at cha
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| I ain't mad at cha
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| A true down-ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha
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| Well, guess who's movin' up? |
| This nigga's ballin' now
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| Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
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| He went from nothin' to lots, ten carats to rock
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| Went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block
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| He's Mr. Local-Celebrity, addicted to movin' ki's
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| Most hated by enemies, escape in the luxury
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| See, first you was our nigga, but you made it so the choice is made
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| Now we gotta slay you while you faded, in the younger days
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| So full of pain while the weapons blaze
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| Gettin' so high off that bomb, hopin' we make it to the better days
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| 'Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
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| You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days
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| So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
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| That I keep a Glock beside my head, when will it stop?
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| 'Til God return me to my essence
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| 'Cause even as an adolescent, I refused to be a convalescent
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| So many questions and they ask me if I'm still down
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| I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
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| They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha
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| You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha
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| I ain't mad at cha
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| I ain't mad at cha
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| I ain't mad at cha
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| Hell nah, I ain't mad at cha
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| I ain't mad at cha
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| And I ain't mad at cha
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| I ain't mad at cha
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| I ain't mad at cha
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| I ain't mad at cha
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| I ain't mad at cha |