[Intro/Hook: B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich, 2Pac & E-40]
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And n***as call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin'
Man, you motherf**ers don't know nuttin' about no timin'
That's right, that's right boy start that sh** off
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I heard a rumor I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Pictures 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, my California grind
Watchin' for thievin' I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin'
Puttin' a bullet in motherf**ers 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 f** you cowards be runnin', too scared to fight a G
For the life of me, I cannot see
How motherf**ers picture livin' life after a night of f**in' around with me
And if you don't like this rhyme
Then bring your big bad a** to California, cause we ain't hard to find
[Hook: B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich, 2Pac & E-40]
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And n***as call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin'
Man, you motherf**ers don't know nuttin' about no timin'
[Verse 2: C-Bo]
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 a**, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough sh** 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
[Verse 3: B-Legit]
I'm fully automatic full of static and sh**
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 motherf**in' 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 motherf**er I ain't hard to find
[Verse 4: D-Shot]
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 n***a can't stop
Too much feelin' this sh**, that's why I'm quick to peel a b**h
Whether it's a n***a or a ho, a ho
Get in my way, then that a** gots to go
Cause a n***a steady plottin'
I serves hit for hit, and motherf**ers keep droppin'
[Hook: B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich, 2Pac & E-40]
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And n***as call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin'
Man, you motherf**ers don't know nuttin' about no timin'
[2Pac & E-40]
C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich
Da Bay, beitch!
[Verse 5: E-40]
Down the steps
Abandoned broken down apartment complex
Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary
Playboy, what the f** is the proof without the trauma plate
n***a, what the f** you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate
Best shake and bake all those I-was-finst-to-ask n***as
Motherf**ers-didn't-think-I was-gon'-do-somethin'-a** n***as
Threaten your life, ain't like you love him
Bury your thoughts, take his head f** him have at him
[Verse 6: Richie Rich]
(Check this out)
I grew up with that n***a
Threw up with that n***a
I hear he tryin' to ride
Double-edgin' for the other side
But now, my Glock be so judgmental
Back seat of a rental
Keep my name out your dental, n***a
If your gum bleedin' and you needin'
More than twenty stitches, you behaved like them b**hes
Sideways to the race
Heavy in the game
Check the resident, it's all the same
n***a, and we ain't hard to find
[Outro/Ad-libs: 2Pac, C-BO & E-40]
[2Pac]: Hell nah we ain't hard to find
[C-Bo]: The whole clickilation fool
[E-40]: Motherf**ers hard to find, right here b**h
[2Pac]: Why them n***as actin' like they can't find us? 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]: n***a be lookin' all the way when he see you and sh**
It's a celebration, Young 'Pac is back
[E-40]: Motherf**ers better understand this sh**
[2Pac]: Ay D-Shot n***a can we get paid man?
Can we just go there and sock this sh** up?
Hey, we smokin', and we ain't hard to find
Drinkin' and sh**, f**in' with some hurricane
[E-40]: A motherf**er's gonna get his Marlboro's regardless playa
[2Pac]: You supposed to
Sideways to the next light...