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2pac – i ain’t mad at’cha (lp version) lyrics

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change, sh-t, i guess change is good for any of us
whatever it take for any of y’all n-gg-z to get up out the hood
sh-t, 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 sh-t out there

kickin’ up dust
i ain’t givin’ a motherf-cker, hehehe
yeah, n-gg-z mad at cha
’cause i ain’t mad at cha

now we was once two n-gg-z 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 bullsh-tin’

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 motherf-cker with the wrong sh-t on

now the whole sh-t’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 motherf-cker 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)

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 reminsce on all the times we shared

besides b-mpin’ and 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 n-body 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’, “h-ll, 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 f-cked down
the homies wanna kick it, but i’m just laughin’ at cha
’cause youse a down -ss b-tch, 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 -ss b-tch and i ain’t mad at cha)

well guess who’s movin’ up, this n-gg-‘s ballin’ now
b-tches be callin’ to get it, hookers keep fallin’ down
he went from nuttin’ to lots, ten carots to rock
went from a n-body n-gg- 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 n-gg- 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 n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z 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
(h-ll, 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
(i ain’t mad at cha)
i ain’t, mad at cha, no
i ain’t mad at cha

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