Chords for Tupac Shakur - I Ain't Mad At Cha | Lyrics

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[G] Change?
Shit.
[C] I guess change is good for any of us.
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Whatever it takes for [Ab] any of y'all niggas to get up out the [G] hood.
Shit, I'm with you.
I ain't mad at you.
Got nothing but love for you.
Do your thing, boy.
_ _ [Bb] Yeah.
[Fm] All the homies that I ain't talking to, well, [Bb] _ I'ma send this one out [Eb] for y'all.
Know what I mean?
[A] Cause [G] I ain't mad at you.
Heard [Ab] y'all tearing [Fm] up shit out there.
Kicking up dust.
[Bb] Giving a mother fuck. _ _
[Eb] Yeah, niggas.
_ [A] [G] Cause I ain't mad at you.
Now [Cm] we was once two niggas of the same [F] kind.
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line.
[Bb] You was just a little smaller but you still [Eb] rolled.
Got stressed about A to [G] hit the hood swole.
Remember [Gm] when you had a jerry curl?
[Em] Didn't quite [Fm] learn.
On the block with your Glock, tripping on sherm.
Collect balls [Bb] to the tilt, saying how you [Eb] changed.
Oh, you a Muslim now?
[D] No more dope [G] gang.
[Gm] Heard you might be coming home [Em] to the [Fm] Scottdale.
Wanna go to the mosque and wanna chase Dale.
It [Bb] seems I lost my little homie.
He's a strange [Eb] man.
It's a pen and now no sending [D] this again, [G] clan.
[Cm] When I talk about money, [C] all you see is the [F] struggle.
When I tell you I'm living large, tell me it's trouble.
[Bb] Congratulations on the wedding.
[Eb] I hope you're wiping off.
She got a player for [D] life and [G] that's no bullshitting.
I know we grew a [E] bond.
You [Fm] probably don't remember.
I used to think for your [Bb] sister but never when I been her.
And I can see us after school.
We [Eb] bomb on the first [D] month.
I fuck up with the bombs.
Now the whole shit's game.
[Ab] And we don't [Fm] even kick it.
Got a big money scheme.
[Bb] And you ain't even with it.
Knew in my heart you was the same.
[Eb] Motherfucker bad.
Go tell [D] the toad when it's time [G] for gold.
You gotta promise [Gm] back.
And I can't even trip.
Cause I'm [Fm] just laughing at you.
You trying hard to maintain.
And go ahead cause I ain't mad at you now. _
[Eb] _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ [Cm] I ain't [Fm] mad at you.
I [F] ain't mad at you.
[Bb] I ain't [Eb] mad at you.
[Dm] _ [G] I ain't mad at you.
We used to be like [Eb] distant cousins.
Fighting, [Fm] playing dozens.
The whole neighborhood buzzed it.
Knowing that we buzzed it.
Used [Ab] to catch us on the roof or behind the [Eb] stairs.
I'm getting bits and I [Dm] reminiscing all the time.
We [G] said it's [Gm] time.
Going and grinding.
[Eb] Wasn't nothing on [Fm] our mind.
In time we learned to live a life of crime.
We grinded [Ab] back to a time.
Was much too young and up.
[Eb] I caught a felony [D] loving the way [G] the guns bluff.
And even though we [Eb] separated.
You said that you'd [Fm] wait.
Don't get nobody no cookie while I be locked up safe.
I kissed [Bb] my mama goodbye.
Wiped the tears from [Eb] her lonely eyes.
Said I'll [D] return but [G] I gotta fight the [Bb] fuck to survive.
Don't shed [Cm] a tear.
Cause mama ain't [Fm] happy here.
I've been trying on my smiles.
For a fuck of years.
[Bb] They got me going [Eb] mad.
I'm knocking boxes on they backs.
In my [C] cell.
Picking [G] hell.
I know [Cm] one day I'll be back.
As soon as [Bb] I touch down.
[Fm] I told my girl I'd be there.
Slip a panty to [Bb] get fucked down.
The homies wanna kick it.
But I'm just [Eb] laughing at ya.
Cause you's [Dm] a down ass [G] bitch.
And I ain't mad at ya.
I [E] ain't [Fm] mad at ya.
I ain't [Bb] mad at ya.
I ain't [Eb] mad at ya.
But you's [Dm] a down ass [G] bitch.
And I ain't mad at ya.
Guess who's moving [B] up.
This nigga's balling [Fm] now.
My bitches be calling to get it.
Hook em, keep falling down.
He went from [Bb] nothing to loss.
Ten cabs to [Eb] rock.
Went from a nobody nigga [Dm] to the big [G] man on the block.
[Gm] He's Mr.
Local Celebrity.
[Em] Addicted to [Fm] moving keys.
Most hated by enemies.
Escaping the [Ab] luxury.
See first you was our nigga but you made it.
So [Eb] justice made.
Now we gotta [Dm] slay you while you [G] faded.
In a [Gm] younger day.
So full of name when the weapons play.
[Fm] Get you so high off that bomb.
Hoping we make it.
To the [Bb] better day.
Cause rhyme pays.
And in time you'll [Eb] find a rhyme of blades.
You'll feel the [Dm] fire from the [D] niggas in my younger days.
So many changed on me.
So many [Ab] tried to plot.
But I keep a clock inside my head.
When [Bb] will it stop?
Till God return me to my essence.
Cause [Eb] even as an adolescent.
[D] I refuse [G] to be a [Gm] convalescent.
So many questions and they [Fm] ask me if I'm still down.
I moved up out of the ghetto.
So I ain't [Bb] real now.
They got so much to say.
But I'm just [Eb] laughing at ya.
You niggas [D] just don't know.
[G] But [Cm] I ain't mad at ya.
I [Bb] ain't [Fm] mad at ya.
I ain't [Bb] mad at ya.
I _ _
[Eb] ain't [D] mad [G] at ya.
[Cm] _ I [Bb] ain't [Fm] mad at ya.
No, no, [Bb] no.
I ain't mad [Eb] at ya.
[Dm] I ain't [Eb] mad at [C] ya.
I [Bb] ain't [Fm] mad at ya.
No, [Bb] no.
I ain't mad [Eb] at ya. _ _ _ _ _ _