I Ain't Mad At Cha Chords by 2Pac

[Start]

[Intro]
       Gm  
Change shit
                       Gm           
I guess change is good for any of us
                                  Bbm7             Cm          
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
                   G7                 
Shit I'm wit cha I ■  ain't mad at cha
                    G7                      
Got nuttin but love for ya do your thing boy


[Chorus]
     Cm F                                             
Yeah ■  all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
Bb                                       Eb  
■  I'ma send this one out for y'all kna' mean
        D7           G7 
Cause I ain't mad at cha
      G7                                             
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there kickin' up dust
         Bb          
Givin' a motherfucker
Eb      D7               
■  Yeah niggas mad at cha
         D7              
'cause I ain't mad at cha


[Verse]
       Cm7                                 
Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
      F7                                      
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
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You was just a little smaller but you still roller
Eb                          Dm7           
Got stretched to YA and hit the hood swoll
            Cm7       C7                           
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
       Fm7                                 
On the block witcha glock trippin off sherm
Bbsus4               Bb7                       
Collect calls to the till sayin' how ya changed
         Eb                          
Oh you a Muslim now no more dope game
          Cm7                               
Heard you might be comin' home just got bail
F7                                           
Wanna go to the Mosque don't wanna chase tail
          Bb7                                    
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
        Eb                            Dm7      
Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan
       Cm                                          
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
       F7                                                
When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble
Bb7            Bbsus4 Bb7                      Eb  
Congratulation on the weddin' I hope your wife know
                                       Eb          
She got a playa for life and that's no bullshittin'
G7                                              
I know we grew apart you probably don't remember
                         Bb                             
I used to fiend for your sister but never went up in her
          Bb                           
And I can see us after school we'd bomb
       Eb                                       
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
    Eb                                                
Now the whole shit's changed and we don't even kick it
      F7                                         
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
Eb                           D7                               
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
Cm    Cm7                                            
And I can't even trip 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha
F7                                      
You tryin' hard to maintain then go head
F7                       
'cause I ain't mad at cha


[Chorus]
  Bb7       Eb Dm7 G7 F7 
I ain't mad at ■   ■  cha
  Bb7           Eb Dm7
I ■   ain't mad at cha


[Verse]
           Cm              C7                             
We used to be like distant cousins fightin' playin' dozens
Fm7                        F7                    
Whole neighborhood buzzin' knowin' that we wasn't
        Bb7                                      
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
            Eb                                                
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared
G7                                                   
Besides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
   Eb                                     
In time we learned to live a life of crime
          Bb7                                      
Rewind us back to a time was much too young to know
           Eb                       Dm7      
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
         Cm7                     Eb                  
And even though we separated you said that you'd wait
           Fm7                                         
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
          Bb7          Bb                                 Eb  
I kiss my Mama goodbye and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
                       D7                            
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
C7                                         F7     
Don't shed a tear cause Mama I ain't happy ■  here
                                              F7   
I'm through trial no more smiles for a couple years
Bb7                                                Eb   
They got me goin' mad I'm knockin' busters on they backs
                                               Eb  
In my cell thinkin Hell I know one day I'll be back


[Chorus]
Eb                     
As soon as I touch down
          F7                                              
I told my girl I'll be there so prepare to get fucked down
Bb                                                   
The homies wanna kick it but I'm just laughin' at cha
Eb                                                 
Cause youse a down ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha
               G7 
I ain't mad at cha
                   Bb
I ain't mad at cha ■ 


[Verse]
Eb D7   Cm                                           
■  Well guess who's movin up this nigga's ballin' now
           Fm                                         
Bitches be callin' to get it hookers keep fallin' down
   Bbsus4                                      
He went from nothin' to lots ten carots to rock
            Eb                      D7              
Went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block
            Cm              C7                    
He's Mister local celebrity addicted to move a key
     F7                                 
Most hated by enemy escape in the luxury
Bb7                                                              
See first you was our nigga but you made it so the choice is made
Eb                                                     
Now we gotta slay you why you faded in the younger days
Cm                                Gm   
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
           F7                                                     
Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it to the better days
Bb7                                                  Eb   
'cause crime pays and in time you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
                Eb                                     
You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days
Cm                 Eb                      
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
Bb7     Bbsus4          Bb     
Til God return me to my essence
                 Eb            D7                         
'cause even as a adolescents I refuse to be a convalescent
Gm                                                 
So many questions and they ask me if I'm still down
F7                                              
I moved up out of the ghetto so I ain't real now
Bb7                                                 
They got so much to say but I'm just laughin' at cha


[Chorus]
Eb                    D7   Cm    F7    Bb Eb        
You niggas just don't know but I ain't ■  mad at cha
        D7  Cm       
I ain't mad ■  at cha
               F7 
I ain't mad at cha
               Bb 
I ain't mad at mha
               Eb 
I ain't mad at cha
D7 G7       F7         Bb
I  ■  ain't mad at cha no
            Eb    
I ain't mad at cha