Chorus
[2PAC] They say
[D-Shot] Influenced by crime, addicted to grinding
[C-BO] Where I can pile up my chips
[Richie Rich] And niggas call me a timer
[2PAC] I've been balling since my adolescent years steady climbing
[E-40] Man, you motherfuckers don't know nothing about no timing
Speaking
[2PAC, laughs] That's right, that's right, boy, start that shit off
[Richie Rich] Show 'em how you do it, man
Verse one: 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 missing
Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find
Why I spend most of my time on California crime
Watching for thieving I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathing
Putting a bullet in motherfuckers 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 running?
Too scared to fight a G?
For the life of me, I cannot see
How motherfuckers picture living life after a night of fucking 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
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[D-Shot] Influenced by crime, addicted to grinding
[C-BO] Where I can pile up my chips
[Richie Rich] And niggas call me a timer
[2PAC] I've been balling since my adolescent years steady climbing
[E-40] Man, you motherfuckers don't know nothing about no timing
Verse two: C-BO
I got my locs on hard hat going to war
Breaking them off on sight, stopping lives like red lights
Watch 'em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers
And get to dumping on their ass, like the last outlaw
Rich, Tupac and The Click, smoking 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
Verse three: B-Legit
I'm fully automatic full of static and shit
Moving Dodge van 50 rounds in the clip
I'm riding shot gun with the tint in the back
I plan to have a motherfuckering mint in this rap
I'm from the V A L L E J O
Where selling narcotics is all I know
I got blow, speed, weed, whatever your kind
And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find
Verse four: D-Shot
Some may call me bootsy, but I call it timing
That's while I keeps on grindin (that's right)
To the point where a nigga can't stop
Too much feeling 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 plotting
I serves hit for hit and motherfuckers keep dropping
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[D-Shot] Influenced by crime, addicted to grinding
[C-BO] Where I can pile up my chips
[Richie Rich] And niggas call me a timer
[2PAC] I've been balling since my adolescent years steady climbing (Say what?)
[E-40] Man, you motherfuckers don't know nothing about no timing [laughs]
Speaking
[Tupac] C-BO, D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich, B-Legit
[E-40] The Bay, beatch
Verse five: E-40
Down the steps
Abandoned broken down apartment complex
Heavy metal lipstick hairy, can't be scary
Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama plate?
Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if you're gonna hesitate?
Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggas
Motherfuckers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask niggas
Threaten your life, ain't like you love him
Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him
Verse six: Richie Rich
Check this out
I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga
I hear he's trying to ride, double edging for the other side
But now, my glock be so judgmental
Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental
Nigga, if you're gum bleeding and you needing
More than twenty stitches, you behave like them bitches (Biatch)
Sideways to the race
Heavy in the game, check the resident it's all the same (It's all the same)
Nigga, and we ain't hard to find
Speaking
[2PAC] Hell nah, we ain't hard to find
[B-Legit] The whole Clickalation, fool
[E-40] Motherfuckers hard to find, right here biatch
[2PAC] Why them niggas acting 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? [laughs]
[D-Shot] It's the same congregation, young Pac is back [laughs]
[2PAC] You know what I mean?
[C-BO] Nigga be looking all the way when he see you and shit
[D-Shot] It's a celebration, young Pac is back
[2PAC] Guess who's back, nigga?
[E-40] Motherfuckers better understand this shit
[2PAC] Hey, D-Shot, nigga, can we get paid man? Can we just go there and sock this shit up, please?
[D-Shot] Hey, we're smoking, and we ain't hard to find
[2PAC] Drinking and shit, fucking with some hurricane [laughs] thug passion too
[E-40] A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless, player. East Post
[D-Shot] Westside to the next life and to the next coast (Money over Bitches, know what I mean, m.o.b,
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