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I Aint Mad Atcha

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

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