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I Ain't Mad At Cha - Danny Ray Lyrics - 2pac- Greatest Hits - 2pac

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 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, kna' mean? 

Cause I ain't mad at cha 

Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust 

Givin' a motherfucker, 

Yeah, niggas, mad at cha 

'Cause I ain't mad at cha 

 

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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 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 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) 

 

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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 reminisce 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 separated, 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) 

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

I ain't mad (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha 

I ain't, mad at mha (and I ain't mad at cha) 

I ain't, mad at cha (I ain't mad at cha) 

I ain't, mad at cha, no 

I ain't mad at cha 

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