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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 cha, I ain't mad at cha |
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Got nuttin' 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'mma send this one out for y'all, knahmean? |
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Cause I ain't mad at cha |
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Heard y'all tearing up shit out there, kicking up dust |
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[Danny Boy] I ain't... |
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Giving a motherfucker, heheheheheh |
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Yeah, niggas |
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[Danny Boy] ...mad at cha |
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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, witcha Glock, trippin off sherm |
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Collect calls to the crib, saying 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 coming home, just got bail |
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Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail |
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I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man |
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Hit the pen and now no sinning 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 living large you tell me it's trouble |
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Congratulations on the wedding, I hope your wife know |
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She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitting |
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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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Hmm, 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 laughing at cha |
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You trying hard to maintain, then go head |
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Cause I ain't mad at cha |
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(Hmm, 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, fighting, playing dozens |
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Whole neighborhood buzzing, knowing 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 getting blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared |
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Besides, bumping n grinding wasn't nothing on our mind |
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In time we 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 loving 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'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years |
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They got me going mad, I'm knocking busters on they backs |
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In my cell, thinking, "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'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down |
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The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughing at cha |
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Cause you's a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha |
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Well guess who's moving up, this nigga's ballin now |
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Bitches be calling to get it, hookers keep fallin down |
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He went from nuttin' 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 move a key |
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Most hated by enemy, 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 why you faded, in the younger days |
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So full of pain while the weapons blaze |
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Getting so high off that bomb hoping 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 refuse 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 laughing at cha |
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You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha |
