I Ain't Mad Atcha


Written By: 2pac, Daz

Produced By: Daz

Featuring: Danny Boy

 

Change, Shit, Change
I guess change is good
for any of us
Whatever it take for any of yah niggas
to get out of the hood
Shit, I'm with yah
I ain't mad at cha
I got nothin' but love for yah
To your thing boy

Yah, All the homies I ain't talk to
in awhile
I'm a send this out to y'all
know what I mean
Cuz, I ain't mad at cha
I heard all of y'all
tearing up shit out there
Kickin' up dust
Not givin' a mutha-fuck
Yah, niggas
Cuz, I ain't mad at cha

Now, we where
Once two niggas of the same kind
quick to holler at a hoochie
with the same line 
You were just a little smaller
but you still rolled
Got stressed the [?Wide Eight?]
and hit the hood stroll
I remember 
When yah had a Jerry Curl
Didn't quite learn
On the block 
With ya glock
trippin' of serm
Collect calls to the tip
Sayin' how yah changed
Oh you a Muslim now
No more dope game
Heard you might be coming home
Just got bail
wanna go to the Mosque
Don't wanna chase tail
I scared I lost my little homie
He's a changed man
Hit the penn
Now, no sinnin'
is the game plan
When I talk about money
All you see is a strugglin'
When I tell ya, I'm livin' large
you say, its a trouble
Congratulation on the wedding
I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life
And that's no bull shitin'
I know we grew apart
You probably don't remember
I usta fiend for your sister
But never went up in her
And I can see us after school
We'd bomb on the
first mutha-fucka
with the wrong 
shit on
And now, the whole shits changed
and We don't even kick it
got a big money scheme
And you ain't even with it
Knew in my heart
You were the same
mutha-fucka bad
Go toe to toe
When it's time to roll
You got a brothas back
And I can't even trip
I'm just laughin' at yah
You tryin' hard to maintain
And go ahead
Cuz, I ain't mad at cha

Chorus...

We used to be like distant couzins
fightin', playin' dozins
whole nieghborhood buzzin'
Knowin'
that we was wasn't 
Usta catch us on the roof
or behind stairs
I'm gettin' blitz
remincin'
On all the time we shared 
Beside
Bumpin' n' Grindin'
Was nothin' on our mind
In time we learned 
to live a life of crime
Rewind us back
To a time
We were much to young, to know
I caught a felony
lovin' the way the guns blow
And even thou we seperated
You said that you waited
Don't give nobody no coochie
While I'll be locked up state
Kiss my mama good bye
Wipe, the tears from her lonely eyes
Said, that I'll return
But I gotta fight
The bitch that ride
Don't shed a tear
cuz, mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trails
and no more smiles
for a couple a years
They got me goin' mad
I'm knocking brothas on their backs
in my cell
Thinkin' hell
I know one day I'll be back
I told my girl As soon as I touch down
I'll be there
so be prepared
to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it
But I'm just laughin' at yah
Cuz, you is a down ass bitch
But I ain't mad at cha

Chorus:

Well guess who's moving up
this niggas ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it
Hookers keep fallin' sown
He went from nothin' to a lot
Ten Karat's the spot
He went from a nobody nigga
to the big man on the block
He's Mister local celebrity
Addicted movin' key
most hated by enemy
Escaping the luxury
See, first you was our nigga
But you made it
So the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you
while you faded
In the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaxe
Gettin' so high off the bomb
Hopin' we can make it 
To the better dayz
Cuz, crime pays
And in time 
You'll find a rhyme
That'll blaze you'll feel the fire
from the niggas in my younger dayz
So many changed homie
So many tried to plot
then I keep a glock
beside my Haaand
When will it stop
'Till god return me to my essence
Cuz, even as a adolecent
I refuse to be a convelecent
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 yah
You niggas just don't know 
But I ain't mad at cha

Chorus etc.

 

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