(feat. Danny Boy)    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  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?  Cause I ain't mad at cha  Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust  [Danny Boy] I ain't...  Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh  Yeah, niggaz  [Danny Boy] ...mad at cha  Cause I ain't mad at cha    [Verse One: 2Pac]    Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind  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. and hit the hood swoll  Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn  On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm  Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed  Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game  Heard you might be comin home, just got bail  Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail  I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man  Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan  When I talk about money all you see is the struggle  When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble  Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know  She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin  I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember  I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her  And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB  on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on  Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it  Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it  Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad  Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back  And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha  You tryin hard to maintain, then go head  cause I ain't mad at cha  (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)    [Chorus: Danny Boy]    I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)  I ain't, mad, at cha    [Verse Two: 2Pac]    We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens  Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't  Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs  I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared  Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind  In time we learned to live a life of crime  Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know  I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow  And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait  Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state  I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes  Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived  Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here  I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years  They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs  in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"  As soon as I touch down  I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down  The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha  Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha    [Chorus: Danny Boy]    I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)  I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)    [Verse Three: 2Pac]    Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now  Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down  He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock  Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block  He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key  Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury  See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made  Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days  So full of pain while the weapons blaze  Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days  Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze  You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days  So many changed on me, so many tried to plot  That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?  Til God return me to my essence  Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent  So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down  I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?  They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha  You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha    [Chorus: Danny Boy]    I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)  Iiiiiiiii ain't mad [2Pac:] (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha  I ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)  I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)  I ain't, mad at cha, noooo  I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh