[Intro:]
They say…
[Chorus:]
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin',
Where I can pile up my chips,
And niggas call me a timer,
I been ballin' since my adolescent years, steady climbin',
Man, you mothafuckas don't know nothing about no timin'.
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
That's right, that's right, boy, start that shit off!
I heard a rumour 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 mothafuckas 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 runnin', too scared to fight a G?
For the life of me, I cannot see
How mothafuckas 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.
[Chorus:]
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin',
Where I can pile up my chips,
And niggas call me a timer,
I been ballin' since my adolescent years, steady climbin',
Man, you mothafuckas don't know nothing 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 ass, like the last outlaws.
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.
[B-Legit:]
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 mothafuckin' 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 mothafucka, I ain't hard to find.
[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 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 mothafuckas keep droppin'.
[Chorus:]
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin',
Where I can pile up my chips,
And niggas call me a timer,
I been ballin' since my adolescent years, steady climbin',
Man, you mothafuckas don't know nothing about no timin'.
[Bridge:]
C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich.
Da Bay, biatch!
[Verse 3:]
[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 trauma plate?
Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for if ya gonna hesitate?
Best shake and bake all those I-was-finst-to-as- niggas,
Mothafuckas-didn't-think-I was-gon-do-something-ass- niggas!
Threaten your life, ain't like you love him,
Bury your thoughts, take his head, fuck him, have at him.
[Richie Rich:]
Check this out!
I grew up with that nigga,
Threw up with that nigga,
I hear he tryna 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, nigga!
If your gum bleedin' and you needin'
More than twenty stitches, you behaved like them bitches.
Sideways to the race,
Heavy in the game,
Check the resident, it's all the same,
Nigga, and we ain't hard to find!
[Outro:]
Hell nah, we ain't hard to find!
The whole clickilation, fool!
Mothafuckas 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? It's the same congregation. Young Pac is back, you knahmean?
— Nigga be lookin' all the way when he see you and shit. It's a celebration, Young Pac is back!
— Mothafuckas better understand this shit!
— Ay, D-Shot, nigga, can we get paid, man? Can we just go there and sock this shit up? Hey, we smokin', and we ain't hard to find Drinkin' and shit, fuckin' with some hurricane!
— A mothafucka's gonna get his Marlboro's regardless playa
— You supposed to.