2pac miscellaneous i ain t mad at cha i ain t givin a motherfucker heheheheheh yeah niggas mad at cha cause i ain t mad at cha now we was once two niggas of the same kind quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line you was just a little smaller but you still roller 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 hmm 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 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 reminsce 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 seperated 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 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 carots 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 niggas 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 niggas just don t know but i ain t mad at cha i ain t mad at cha iiiiiiiii ain t mad at cha i ain t mad at mha i ain t mad at cha i ain t mad at cha noooo i ain t mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh