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