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    Change... Shit,
    I guess change is good for any of us
    Whatever it takes
    for any of ya'll niggas to get up out tha hood
    Shit, I'm with ya
    I ain't mad at cha
    got nothin' but love for ya
    do your thing boy

    Yeah, All the homies that I ain't talked to in awhile
    I'm a send this out to y'all
    know what I mean ?
    Cuz, I ain't mad at cha
    heard all of y'all
    tearing up shit out there
    Kickin' up dust
    givin' a mutha-fuck
    Yeah, niggas
    Cuz, I ain't mad at cha

    Now, we were once two niggas of the same kind
    quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
    You were just a little smaller
    but you still rolled
    Got stressed the [?Wide Eight?]
    and hit the hood stroll
    remember when ya had a Jerry Curl ?
    Didn't quite learn
    On the block
    With ya glock
    trippin' of Sherm
    Collect calls to the tip
    Sayin' how ya changed
    Oh you a Muslim now
    No more dope game
    Heard you might be coming 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 penn
    Now, no sinnin' is the game plan
    When I talk about money
    All you see is the struggle
    When I tell ya, I'm livin' large
    you tell me, its trouble
    Congratulation on the wedding
    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 usta fiend for your sister
    But never went up in her
    And I can see us after school
    We'd bomb on the first mutha-fucka
    with tha wrong shit on
    And now, the whole shits 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 were the same mutha-fucka bad
    Go toe to toe when it's time to roll
    You got a brothas back
    And I can't even trip
    cause i'm just laughin' at ya
    You tryin' hard to maintain
    And go ahead
    Cuz, I ain't mad at cha

    Chorus -- Danny boy
    I ain't Mad at Cha
    (I ain't Mad at Cha)
    I ain't Mad at Cha

    We used to be like distant couzins
    fightin', playin' dozins
    whole nieghborhood buzzin'
    Knowin' that we was wasn't
    Usta catch us on the roof
    or behind the stairs
    I'm gettin' blitz
    On all the time we shared
    Bumpin' n' Grindin'
    Was nothin' on our mind
    In time we learned
    to live a life of crime
    Rewind us back
    To a time
    Was much to young, to know
    I caught a felony
    lovin' the way the guns blow
    And even thou we seperated
    You said that you wait
    Don't give nobody no coochie
    While I'll be locked up state
    I Kiss my mama good bye
    Wipe, the tears from her lonely eyes
    Said, that I'll return
    But I gotta fight
    The bitch that ride
    Don't shed a tear
    cuz, mama I ain't happy here
    I'm through trails
    and no more smiles
    for a couple a years
    They got me goin' mad
    I'm knocking brothas on their 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 ya
    Cuz, you is a down ass bitch
    and I ain't mad at cha

    Chorus -- Danny boy
    I ain't Mad at Cha
    (I ain't Mad at Cha)
    I ain't Mad at Cha
    (but your a down ass bitch, and I ain't Mad at Cha)

    Well guess who's moving up ?
    this niggas ballin' now
    Bitches be callin' to get it
    Hookers keep fallin' down
    He went from nothin' to alot
    Ten Karets the spot
    He 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
    Escaping the luxury
    See, first you was our nigga
    But you made it
    So the choice is made
    Now we gotta slay you
    while you faded
    In the younger days
    So full of pain while the weapons blaze
    Gettin' so high off the bomb
    Hopin' we can make it
    To the better dayz
    Cuz, crime pays
    And in time
    You'll find a rhyme
    That'll blaze you'll feel the fire
    from the niggas in my younger dayz
    So many changed on me
    So many tried to plot
    that I keep a glock
    beside my Haaand
    When will it stop ?
    'Till god return me to my essence
    Cuz, even as a adolecents
    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 ya
    You niggas just don't know
    But I ain't mad at cha

    Chorus -- Danny boy
    I ain't Mad at Cha
    (I ain't Mad at Cha)
    I ain't Mad at Cha
    (Hell naw, 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
    I ain't Mad at Chaaaaahhhhh

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