I Ain`t Mad At Cha

Change, shit<br>I guess change is good for any of us<br>Whatever it take for any of y`all niggaz to get up out the hood<br>Shit, I`m wit cha, I ain`t mad at cha<br>Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy<br><br>Yeah, all the homies that I ain`t talk to in a while<br>I`ma send this one out for y`all, knahmean?<br>Cause I ain`t mad at cha<br>Heard y`all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust<br>[Danny Boy] I ain`t...<br>Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh<br>Yeah, niggaz<br>[Danny Boy] ...mad at cha<br>Cause I ain`t mad at cha<br><br>Verse One: 2Pac<br><br>Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind<br>Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line <br>You was just a little smaller but you still roller<br>Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll<br>Member when you had a jheri curl didn`t quite learn<br>On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm<br>Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed<br>Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game<br>Heard you might be comin home, just got bail<br>Wanna go to the Mosque, don`t wanna chase tail<br>I seems I lost my little homie he`s a changed man<br>Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan<br>When I talk about money all you see is the struggle<br>When I tell you I`m livin large you tell me it`s trouble<br>Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know<br>She got a playa for life, and that`s no bullshitin<br>I know we grew apart, you probably don`t remember<br>I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her<br>And I can see us after school, we`d BOMB<br>on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on<br>Now the whole shit`s changed, and we don`t even kick it<br>Got a big money scheme, and you ain`t even with it<br>Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad<br>Go toe to toe when it`s time for roll you got a brother`s back<br>And I can`t even trip, cause I`m just laughin at cha<br>You tryin hard to maintain, then go head<br>cause I ain`t mad at cha<br>(Hmm, I ain`t mad at cha)<br><br>Chorus: Danny Boy<br><br>I ain`t, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain`t mad at cha)<br>I ain`t, mad, at cha<br><br>Verse Two: 2Pac<br><br>We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens<br>Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn`t<br>Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs<br>I`m gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared<br>Besides bumpin n grindin wasn`t nothin on our mind<br>In time we learned to live a life of crime<br>Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know<br>I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow<br>And even though we seperated, you said that you`d wait<br>Don`t give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state<br>I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes<br>Said I`ll return but I gotta fight the fate`s arrived<br>Don`t shed a tear, cause Mama I ain`t happy here<br>I`m through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years<br>They got me goin mad, I`m knockin busters on they backs<br>in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I`ll be back"<br>As soon as I touch down<br>I told my girl I`ll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down<br>The homies wanna kick it, but I`m just laughin at cha<br>Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain`t mad at cha<br><br>Chorus: Danny Boy<br><br>I ain`t, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain`t mad at cha)<br>I ain`t, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, and I ain`t mad at cha)<br><br>Verse Three: 2Pac<br><br>Well guess who`s movin up, this nigga`s ballin now<br>Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down<br>He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock<br>Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block<br>He`s Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key<br>Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury<br>See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made<br>Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days<br>So full of pain while the weapons blaze<br>Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days<br>Cause crime pays, and in time, you`ll find a rhyme`ll blaze<br>You`ll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days<br>So many changed on me, so many tried to plot<br>That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?<br>Til God return me to my essence<br>Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent<br>So many questions, and they ask me if I`m still down<br>I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain`t real now?<br>They got so much to say, but I`m just laughin at cha<br>You niggaz just don`t know, but I ain`t mad at cha<br><br>Chorus: Danny Boy<br><br>I ain`t, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain`t mad at cha)<br>Iiiiiiiii ain`t mad (2Pac: hell nah I ain`t mad at cha) at cha<br>I ain`t, mad at mha (2Pac: and I ain`t mad at cha)<br>I ain`t, mad at cha (2Pac: I ain`t mad at cha)<br>I ain`t, mad at cha, noooo<br>I ain`t mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh