I Ain't Mad at Cha Lyric 2 Pac All Eyez on Me

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: 2 Pac]

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
[2 Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha

[Verse
Two: 2 Pac]

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

[Verse Three: 2 Pac]

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

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