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AinT Mad At Cha - текст песни



Ain'T Mad At Cha


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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