Written By: 2pac, Daz Produced By: Daz Featuring: Danny Boy
Change, Shit, Change I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of yah niggas to get out of the hood Shit, I'm with yah I ain't mad at cha I got nothin' but love for yah To your thing boy Yah, All the homies I ain't talk to in awhile I'm a send this out to y'all know what I mean Cuz, I ain't mad at cha I heard all of y'all tearing up shit out there Kickin' up dust Not givin' a mutha-fuck Yah, niggas Cuz, I ain't mad at cha Now, we where Once two niggas of the same kind quick to holler 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 I remember When yah had a Jerry Curl Didn't quite learn On the block With ya glock trippin' of serm Collect calls to the tip Sayin' how yah 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 scared 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 a strugglin' When I tell ya, I'm livin' large you say, its a trouble Congratulation on the wedding I hope your wife know She got a playa for life And that's no bull shitin' 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 the 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 I'm just laughin' at yah You tryin' hard to maintain And go ahead Cuz, I ain't mad at cha Chorus... 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 stairs I'm gettin' blitz remincin' On all the time we shared Beside Bumpin' n' Grindin' Was nothin' on our mind In time we learned to live a life of crime Rewind us back To a time We were much to young, to know I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow And even thou we seperated You said that you waited Don't give nobody no coochie While I'll be locked up state 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 I told my girl As soon as I touch down I'll be there so be prepared to get fucked down The homies wanna kick it But I'm just laughin' at yah Cuz, you is a down ass bitch But I ain't mad at cha Chorus: Well guess who's moving up this niggas ballin' now Bitches be callin' to get it Hookers keep fallin' sown He went from nothin' to a lot Ten Karat's the spot He went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block He's Mister local celebrity Addicted movin' 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 blaxe 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 homie So many tried to plot then I keep a glock beside my Haaand When will it stop 'Till god return me to my essence Cuz, even as a adolecent I refuse to be a convelecent 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 yah You niggas just don't know But I ain't mad at cha Chorus etc.
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