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I Ain't Mad At Cha by 2Pac
Featuring Danny Boy]  
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  
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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