I Ain't Mad At Cha Chords by 2Pac
- Key: Gm
- BPM: 86
- Capo: no capo
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I AIN'T MAD AT CHA ACORDES
[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 Bb7 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 Bb 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 Fm7 Ab 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