Chords for 2Pac - I Ain't Mad At Cha (Dirty / Uncensored)

[F] _ [Bbm] _ [G] Change?
Shit.
[Eb] I guess change is good for any [C] of us.
[Bbm] Whatever it [Ab] takes for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood.
[G] Shit, I'm with you.
I ain't mad at you.
[Cm] Got nothing but love for you.
Do your thing, boy. _ _
[Em] Yeah.
_ [Fm] All the homies that I ain't talk [Bb] to know what happened. _
I'mma send this one out for y [Eb]'all.
Know what I mean?
[Gm] Cause I [G] ain't mad at [Cm] you.
Heard y'all [Bb] taying up shit [Cm] out there.
Kicking [G] up dust.
[Bb] Giving a motherfuck.
_ Yeah, [Eb] niggas.
[G] Cause I ain't mad at [Cm] you.
Now we was once two niggas of the same kind.
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line.
[Bb] You was just a little smaller but you still rolled.
[Eb] Got stressed about [G] A and hit the hood swole.
I [Cm] remember when you had a jerry curl.
Didn't quite learn.
On the block with your Glock.
Tripping [Ab] off Sherm.
Collecting balls to the [Bb] tilt.
Saying how you [Eb] changed.
Oh, you a Muslim [E] now?
Don't want [Eb] no gang.
Heard you might be coming home.
Just got bail.
[Cm] Wanna [Fm] go to the mosque.
Don't wanna chase down.
It seems I lost my little [Bb] homie.
He's a changed man.
[Ab] [Eb] Independent now.
No [F] sinning.
It's [G] a gang plan.
[Cm] When I talk about money, all you see is the struggle.
When I tell you I'm living large, you tell [F] me it's [D] trouble.
Congratulations on the wedding.
I [Eb] hope you're writing up.
She got a [E] playa for [Eb] life.
And that's no bullshitting.
[Cm] I know we grew apart.
[Em] You probably [Cm] don't remember.
I used to [Bb] fiend for your sister.
But never when I been her.
And I can see us after school.
We [Eb] bomb on the first [C] motherfucker with the [Eb] bomb.
Shit on.
Now the whole shit's game.
And [Bb] we don't even [Ab] kick it.
Got a big money [Fm] scheme.
And [Bb] you ain't even with it.
Knew in my heart you was the same.
[Eb] Motherfucker bad.
Don't tell the tour when it's time for gold.
You got a [Cm] proper bag.
And I can't even trip.
Cause I'm just laughing at you.
You trying hard to maintain.
And go ahead cause I ain't mad at you.
[Bb] I [Eb] _ _ [G] ain't mad at you.
[Eb] _
I [Cm] ain't mad at you.
_ _ [Eb]
I ain't [Cm] mad at you.
_ _ [G] [C] We used to be like distant [Eb] cousins.
[Ab] Fighting, playing cousins.
The whole neighborhood buzzing.
[D] Knowing that we wasn't.
Used to [Ab] get us on the roof or behind the stairs.
I'm getting [Eb] rich and I [G] reminiscing all the time.
We [Gm] said it's like hoping and [Cm] grinding.
Wasn't nothing on our mind.
In time we learned to live a life of crime.
We're grinding back to a time.
Was much too [Ab] young to know.
I caught a [Eb] felony [Dm] loving the way [B] guns blow.
[Eb] And even though we separated.
You [Cm] said that you'd wait.
Don't get nobody no cookie while I be locked up safe.
I kissed my [Eb] mama [Bb] goodbye.
Wiped the tears from her [Eb] lonely eyes.
Said I'll [Gm] return but I gotta fight the surprise.
[Cm] Don't shed a tear.
Cause mama ain't [Ab] happy here.
I be trying no more smiles.
For a couple years.
The kids going mad.
I'm knocking [Eb] boxes on they backs.
In my [E] bed.
Clicking [Eb] hail.
I know one day I'll be [G] back.
As soon as I [Bb] touch down.
[Cm] I told my [Fm] girl I'd be [G] there to [Bb] prepare.
To get fucked down.
The homies gonna kick it.
But I'm just [Eb] laughing at you.
Cause you's a [Dm] down ass [G] bitch.
And I ain't mad at you.
And I [E] ain't [Cm] mad [F] at you.
[Cm] _ [Bb] _
And I ain't [Eb] mad at you.
But [Dm] you's a down ass [G] bitch.
And I ain't mad at you.
What else is moving [Ab] up?
This nigga's balling now.
Bitches be calling to get it.
Hooping to keep falling down.
He whip him [Eb] out in the lot.
Ten [Cm] cabs can rock.
Whip him a nobody [G] nigga.
To the big man on the [Eb] block.
He's Mr.
Local Celebrity.
[Cm] Addicted to movie key.
Most hated by any [Ab] me.
Escaping the [Eb] luxury.
See first you was our nigga but you made it.
So the chance is made.
Now we gotta slay you while you faded.
In a younger day.
You so full of pain when the weapons [Cm] blaze.
Get you so high off that farm.
Hoping we make it.
To the [Eb] better day.
Cause rhyme [Abm] pays.
And in time.
You'll [Cm] find a rhyme that blaze.
You'll feel the fire from the [Eb] niggas in my younger days.
So many changed homie.
So many [Cm] try to plot.
But I keep a plot inside my head.
When will it stop?
Shall God [Bb] return me to my essence?
Cause [Eb] even as an adolescent.
[E] I [Eb] refuse to be a convalescent.
So many questions and they [Cm] ask me if I'm still down.
I moved up out of the ghetto.
So I ain't real now.
They got so [Bb] much to say.
But I'm just [Eb] laughing at you.
You niggas [Dm] just don't [G] know.
[Cm] But I ain't mad at you.
I [E] ain't [Cm] mad at you.
_ [Bb] _
I _ [Eb] ain't mad at you.
I ain't mad at you.
Hell nah I ain't [F] mad at you.
[Cm] _
I [Bb] ain't [Cm] mad at you.
No.
[Bb] _ _
I ain't [Eb] mad at you.
_ _ [Cm] _
I [C] ain't [Fm] mad at you.
[Bb] No. _
I ain't [Eb] mad at you. _ _ _
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