I Aint Mad At You (Live) Lyrics By 2Pac
Never could make it out the same time
Quick to holler at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a lil' smaller, but you still rolled
Got stressed in MIA, hit the hood swole
'Member when you had a Jheri curl, didn't quite learn
On the block with your Glock trippin' off sherm
Making calls to the Tilt, sayin' how you changed
Oh, you a Muslim now? No more dope game
Just got a phone call, nigga, goddamn
Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase them
Used to be my lil' homie, he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now I'm sinnin', this the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I say I'm living large, you tell me it's trouble
Congratulations on your wedding, I hope your wife know
She got a player for life, and that's the bullshit
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 ball
On the bench, motherfucker, with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit stinks, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
November, aren't you? It's the same motherfucker back
Go turn the corner, stop a ho, you got a brother's back
I can't even trip, I ain't laughing at ya
You tryin' hard to maintain, but go 'head, 'cause I ain't mad at ya
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
We used to be like distant cousins
Fight, play, dust, whole neighborhood buzzin', no, that we wasn't
Used to kick us on the roof or behind the shed
On top of roof, I'm playin' clips of all the times we shared
Besides bumpin' and grindin', wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time, I learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back to a place, I was much too young to know
I caught a felony, look at the way the guns blow
And all them niggas in the pen, you said that you waiting
Don't give nobody no pussy while I be locked upstate
I told my mama goodbye, wipe the tears from my lonely eye
The life of a man in this easy life don't shed a tear
'Cause mama, I ain't out for years
I've been trying on my strives for a couple years
They got me growing fast, I'm knocking bustas on they back
To my cellmate in hell, I know one day I'll be back
As soon as I touch down, tell my girl I'll be there
So prepare for the fuck down, my homies wanna kick it
But I'm too strapped to let ya, 'cause you's a down ass bitch
And I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
