File:2Pac - I Ain't Mad At Cha

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2Pac - I Ain't Mad At Cha

Change, shit I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean? Cause I ain't mad at cha Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust [Danny Boy] I ain't... Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh Yeah, niggaz [Danny Boy] ...mad at cha Cause I ain't mad at cha

Verse One: 2Pac

Now we was once two niggaz 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 (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)

Chorus: Danny Boy I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha

Verse Two: 2Pac

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

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)

Verse Three: 2Pac

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 niggaz 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 niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha) Iiiiiiiii ain't mad (2Pac: hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha I ain't, mad at mha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha, noooo I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh