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| Aint Hard to Find |
2Pac- They say
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B-Legit- Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
C-Bo- Where I can pile up my chips
Richie Rich- And ni**az call me a timer
2Pac- I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin E-40- Man, you motherf*ckers don't know nuttin about no timin
2Pac- That's right, that's right boy start that shit off... 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 mutherf*ckers 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*ck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G For the life of me, I cannot see How motherf*ckers picture livin life after a night of f*ckin 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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C-Bo and 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 motherf*ckerin 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*cker 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 ni**a can't stop Too much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bit*h Whether it's a ni**a or a hoe, a hoe get in my way, then that ass gots to go Cause a ni**a steady plottin I serves hit for hit, and motherf*ckers keep droppin
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2Pac- C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich
E-40- Da Bay, beitch!
E-40 and Richie Rich- Down the steps Abandonded broken down apartment complex Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary Playboy, what the f*ck is the proof without the drama play ni**a, what the f*ck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask ni**az Motherf*ckers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask ni**az Threaten your life, ain't like you love him Bury your thoughts, take his head f*ck him have at him Check this out I grew up with that ni**a, threw up with that ni**a 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 ni**a, if your gum bleedin, and you needin mo' than twenty sticthes, you behaved like dem bit*hes Sideways to the race Heavy in the game, check the resident it's all the same ni**a, and we ain't hard to find
2Pac- Hell nah we ain't hard to find
C-Bo- The whole clickilation fool
E-40- Motherf*ckers hard to find, right here bit*h
2Pac- Why them ni**az 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- ni**a be lookin all the way when he see you and shit It's a celebration, Young Pac is back
E-40- Motherf*ckers better understand this shit
2Pac- Ay D-Shot ni**a 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, f*ckin with some hurricane E-40- A motherf*cker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa
2Pac- You supposed to Sideways to the next light...