Louis Armstrong - I Ain't Mad At Cha lyrics

[Intro] Change, sh** I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all n***as to get up out the hood sh**, I'm wit 'cha I ain't mad at 'cha Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'mma send this one out for y'all, know what I mean? Cause I ain't mad at 'cha Heard y'all tearin' up sh** out there, kickin' up dust Givin' a motherf** Yeah, n***as Cause I ain't mad at 'cha [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now we was once two n***as of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still rolled Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll 'member when you had a Jheri Curl didn't quite learn On the block, wit'cha Glock, trippin' off sherm Collect calls to the crib, sayin' how you've changed Oh you's a m**m now? No more dope game Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail It 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 Congratulations on the wedding, 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**er with the wrong sh** on Now the whole sh**'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**er that Go toe to toe when it's time to 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 ahead Cause I ain't mad at 'cha (Hmm, I ain't mad at 'cha) [Hook: Danny Boy & 2Pac] I ain't - mad - at 'cha I ain't mad at 'cha I ain't - mad - at 'cha [Verse 2: 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 reminisce on all the times we shared Besides, bumpin' 'n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind In time we'd 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 nobody no coochie while I'll be locked up state I kiss my momma, 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 momma I ain't happy here I blew 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 f**ed down The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at 'cha Cause you's a down a** b**h and I ain't mad at 'cha [Hook: Danny Boy & 2Pac] I ain't - mad - at 'cha I ain't mad at 'cha I ain't - mad - at 'cha (a true down a** b**h and I ain't mad at 'cha) [Verse 3: 2Pac] Well guess who's movin' up, this n***a's ballin' now b**hes be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down He went from nothing to lots, ten carats to rock Went from a nobody n***a to the big man on the block He's Mr. Local-Celebrity, addicted to movin' ki's Most hated by enemies, escape in the luxury See, first you was our n***a 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 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***as 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 an adolescent, 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***as just don't know, but I ain't mad at 'cha [Hook: Danny Boy & 2Pac] I ain't - mad - at 'cha I ain't mad at 'cha I ain't - mad - at 'cha Hell 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 I ain't - mad - at 'cha