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I Ain't Mad At Cha
2Pac, All Eyez On Me, 1996
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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, knah mean?
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there
Kickin' up dust (I ain't)
Givin' a motherfuck
Yeah, niggaz (mad at cha)
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
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 you 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
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 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
I ain't mad at cha
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 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
I ain't mad at cha
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha
(Hell nah, I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha, no
I ain't mad at cha