Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still roller Got stretched to Y.A. mad at cha Cause I ain't mad at cha Verse One: 2Pac Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh Yeah, niggaz Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?Ĭause I ain't mad at cha Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust I ain't. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).Change, shit I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood
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Get the embed code 2Pac - Best of Both Worlds: Tupac and Biggie Album Lyrics1.California Love2.Dear Mama3.Hail Mary4.Hit Em Up5.I Ain't Mad at Ya6.I Get Around7.Keep Y Ahead Up2Pac Lyrics provided by You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now? So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?Ĭause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent So many changed on me, so many tried to plot You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better daysĬause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin nowīitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at chaĬause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down In my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back" They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrivedĭon't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blowĪnd even though we seperated, you said that you'd waitĭon't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know In time we learned to live a life of crime I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we sharedīesides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's backĪnd I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha This was actually the last album he dropped during his lifetime. It served as the fourth and final single to be issued from Pac’s classic double-album All Eyez on Me. Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad Release Date of I Ain’t Mad at Cha I Ain’t Mad at Cha was released by the team of Death Row Records and Interscope Records on 15 September 1996. Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's troubleĬongratulations on the weddin, I hope your wife know When I talk about money all you see is the struggle Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail Heard you might be comin home, just got bail On the block, witcha glock, trippin off shermĬollect calls to the tip, sayin how ya changed Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn You was just a little smaller but you still roll
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust, givin a mutha-fuck I'm a send this one out for y'all, knahmean? Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood
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