2Pac, D-Shot, B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich, E-40 - Ain't Hard 2 Find lyrics

They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Preoccupied with my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my
Adolescent years steady climbin'
Man, you motherfuckers don't know
Nuttin' about no timin'
That's right, that's right boy
Start that shit off

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
Where 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 motherfuckers
Give me da reason see me and hope I'm
Intoxicated or slightly faded
You tried to play me
Now homicide's 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

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Preoccupied with my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my
Adolescent years steady climbin'
Motherfuckers don't know nuttin'
About no timin'

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 draws
And get to dumpin' on they
Ass like the last outlaw
Rich, 2Pac 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' shotgun with the tint in the back
I'm plan to have a motherfuckin'
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, and weed
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 ho, a ho
Get in my way, then that ass gots to go
'Cause a nigga steady plottin'
I serves hit for hit
And motherfuckers keep droppin'

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Preoccupied with my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my
Adolescent years steady climbin'
Man, you motherfuckers don't know
Nuttin' about no timin'

C-Bo, D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich
Da Bay, beitch!

Down the steps
Abandoned broken down apartment complex
Heavy metal weapons they carry
Can't be scary playboy, what the fuck is a
Proof without the trauma plate?
Nigga, what the fuck you got a
Gun for if you gon' hesitate?
Best shake and bake all
Them Iwas-finst-to-ass niggas
Motherfuckers-didn't-think-I was-gon'
Do-somethin'-ass niggas
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 agent 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'
More than twenty stitches
You behave like them bitches
Sideways to the next heavy in the game
Check the resident, it's all the same
Nigga, and we ain't hard to find

Hell nah we ain't hard to find
The whole Clickalation fool
Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch
Why them niggas 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? You know what I mean?
Nigga be lookin' all the way when
He see you and shit
Motherfuckers better understand this shit
Ay D-Shot, nigga, can we get paid man?
Can we just go there and sock this shit up
Please? Drinkin' and shit
Fuckin' with some Hurricane and
Some Thug passion a motherfucker's gonna get
His marbles regardless, playboy
A check this outyou supposed to
Believe in that shit
Money over bitches, nigga, MOB, MOB