2Pac - I Ain't Mad At Cha

I Ain't Mad At Cha

2Pac

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[Intro:]
Change, shit!
I guess change is good for any of us,
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood,
Shit, I'm witcha,
I ain't mad at cha,
Got nothing 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,
Givin' a mothafuck.
Yeah, niggas!
‘Cause I ain't mad at cha.

[Verse 1:]
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 rolled,
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 crib, sayin' how you've changed.
Oh, you's 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,
It 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,
Congratulations on the wedding, I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin'.
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 mothafucka 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 mothafucka that
Go toe to toe, when it's time to roll, you got a brother's back,
And I can't even trip, ‘cause I'm just laughin' at cha,
You tryna hard to maintain, then go ahead,
‘Cause I ain't mad at cha,
Hmm, I ain't mad at cha.

[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I ain't mad at cha,
I ain't mad at cha,
I ain't mad at cha.

[Verse 2:]
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 reminisce on all the times we shared,
Besides, bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothing on our mind,
In time we'd 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 separated, you said that you'd wait,
Don't give nobody no coochie while I'll be locked up state.
I kiss my momma 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, momma, I ain't happy here,
I blew trial, no more smiles for a couple years,
They got me goin' mad,
I'm knockin' bustas 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 you's a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha.

[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I ain't mad at cha,
I ain't mad at cha,
I ain't mad at cha.

[Verse 3:]
Well guess who's movin' up, this nigga's ballin' now,
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down,
He went from nothing to lots, ten carats to rock,
Went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block,
He's Mr. Local Celebrity, addicted to movin' ki's,
Most hated by enemies, escape in 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 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?
Till God return me to my essence,
‘Cause even as an adolescent, 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.

[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I ain't mad at cha,
I ain't mad at cha,
I ain't mad at cha.

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