(Tupac) They say



Intro/Chorus:



(B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin

(C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips

(Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer

(Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin

(E-40) Man, you motherfuckers don’t know nuttin about no timin



(Tupac) That’s right, that’s right boy start that shit off



Verse One: 2Pac



I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized

Picutes of me in my final stage you know Mama cried

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin

Although I’m worldwide, baby I ain’t hard to find

Why I spend most of my time on California crime

Watching for thievin I’m cautious it’s like I’m barely breathin

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

See me and hope I’m intoxicated or slightly faded

You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment

I’m addicted to currency in this life I lead

Why the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G

For the life of me, I cannot see

How motherfuckers picture livin life after a night of fuckin around with me

And if you don’t like this rhyme

then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain’t hard to find



Chorus



Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit



I got my locs on hard hat goin to war

Breakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lights

Watch em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers

And get to dumpin on they ass, like the last outlaws

Rich, Tupac and the Click, smokin blunts, loadin clips

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

We bring on horror like Tales From the Crypt

And we ain’t hard to find is the tales that we kick



I’m fully automatic full of static and shit

Movin Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip

I’m ridin shot gun with the tint in the back

I’m plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap

I’m from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O

Where sellin narcotics is all I know

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo’ kind

And if you need a motherfucker I ain’t hard to find



Some may call me Bootsy, but I call it timin



That’s while I keeps on grindin (that’s right)

to the point where a nigga can’t stop

Too much feelin this shit, that’s why I’m quick to peel a bitch

Whether it’s a nigga or a hoe, a hoe

get in my way, then that ass gots to go

Cause a nigga steady plottin

I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin



Chorus



(Tupac) C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich

(E-40) Da Bay, beitch!



Verse Three: E-40, Richie Rich



Down the steps

Abandonded broken down apartment complex

Heavy metal lipstick hairy can’t be scary

Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play

Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate

Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggaz

Motherfuckers didn’t think I wasn’t going do somethin, ask niggaz

Threaten your life, ain’t like you love him

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him



Check this out

I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga

I hear he tryin to ride, double-edgin for the other side

But now, my glock be so judgemental

Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental

Nigga, if your gum bleedin, and you needin

mo’ than twenty sticthes, you behaved like dem bitches

Sideways to the race

Heavy in the game, check the resident it’s all the same

Nigga, and we ain’t hard to find



(Tupac) Hell nah we ain’t hard to find

(C-Bo) The whole clickilation fool

(E-40) Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch



(Tupac)

Why them niggaz actin like they can’t find us

like like they can’t see us and

like we don’t be at the same spots they be at

It’s the same congregation, Young Pac is back

YouknowhatImean?

(C-Bo) Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit

It’s a celebration, Young Pac is back

(E-40) Motherfuckers better understand this shit

(Tupac)

Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man?

Can we just go there and sock this shit up?

Hey, we smokin, and we ain’t hard to fine

Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane

(E-40) A motherfucker’s gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa

(Tupac) You suPPOSED to

Sideways to the next light…