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(feat. B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich, E-40)
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 call me a timer
Tupac
I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin
E-40
Man, you motherfkers don't know nuttin about no timin
Tupac That's right, that's right boy start that s**t 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 muth*rfkers 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 fk you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G
For the life of me, I cannot see
How motherfkers picture livin life after a night of fkin around with me
And if you don't like this rhyme
then bring your big bad as* 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 s**t 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 s**t
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 motherfkerin 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 motherfker 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 nigg* can't stop
Too much feelin this s**t, that's why I'm quick to peel a b*tch
Whether it's a nigg* or a hoe, a hoe
get in my way, then that as* gots to go
Cause a nigg* steady plottin
I serves h*t for hit, and motherfkers 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 fk is the proof without the drama play
nigg*, what the fk you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate
Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask
Motherfkers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask
Threaten your life, ain't like you love him
Bury your thoughts, take his head fk him have at him
Check this out
I grew up with that nigg*, threw up with that nigg*
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
nigg*, if your gum bleedin, and you needin
mo' than twenty sticthes, you behaved like dem girls
Sideways to the race
Heavy in the game, check the resident it's all the same
nigg*, and we ain't hard to find
Tupac Hell nah we ain't hard to find
C-Bo The whole clickilation fool
E-40 Motherfkers hard to find, right here b*tch
Tupac
Why them 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 nigg* be lookin all the way when he see you and s**t
It's a celebration, Young Pac is back
E-40 Motherfkers better understand this s**t
Tupac
Ay D-Shot nigg* can we get paid man?
Can we just go there and sock this s**t up?
Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine
Drinkin and s**t, fkin with some hurricane
E-40 A motherfker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa
Tupac You suPPOSED to
Sideways to the next light...