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2Pac

Ain't Hard 2 Find

 

Ain't Hard 2 Find

(album: All Eyez On Me - 1996)


[B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich (2Pac), E-40:]
(They say)
Influenced by crime, addicted to grinding
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
(I been balling since my adolescent years steady climbin')
Man, you motherfuckers don't know nutting about no timing
(That's right, that's right boy, start that shit off)

[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
Where I spend most of my time, my California grind
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

[B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich (2Pac), E-40:]
Influenced by crime, addicted to grinding
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
(I been balling since my adolescent years steady climbin')
Motherfuckers don't know nutting about no timing

[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 they ass like the last outlaw
Rich, 2Pac and The Click, smoking blunts, loading 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
Moving Dodge van, fifty rounds in the clip
I'm riding shotgun with the tint in the back
I'm plan to have a motherfucking 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, and weed, whatever yo' kind
And if you need a motherfucker, I ain't hard to find

[D-Shot:]
Some may call me bootsy, but I call it timing
That's while I keeps on grinding (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 ho, a ho
get in my way, then that ass gots to go
'Cause a nigga steady plotting
I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep dropping

[B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich (2Pac), E-40:]
Influenced by crime, addicted to grinding
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
(I been balling since my adolescent years steady climbin')
Man, you motherfuckers don't know nutting about no timing

[(2Pac), E-40:]
(C-Bo, D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich)
Da Bay, beitch!

[E-40:]
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 those I-was-finst-to-ask 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

[Richie Rich:]
(Check this out)
I grew up with that nigga
Threw up with that nigga
I hear he trying to ride
Double agent for the other side
But now, my Glock be so judgmental
Back seat of a rental
Keep my name out your dental, nigga
If your gum bleeding and you needing
More than twenty stitches, you behaved 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

[Ad-libs 2Pac, C-BO & E-40:]
[2Pac:] Hell nah we ain't hard to find
[C-Bo:] The whole Clickalation fool
[E-40:] Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch
[2Pac:] Why them niggas acting 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?
[D-Shot:] It's the same congregation. Young Pac is back, youknowhatImean?
[C-Bo:] Nigga be looking all the way when he see you and shit
[D-Shot:] It's a celebration
[E-40:] Motherfuckers better understand this shit
[D-Shot:] Young 'Pac is back
[2Pac:] Ay D-Shot, nigga, can we get paid man?
Can we just go there and sock this shit up, please?
[D-Shot:] Hey, we smoking, and we ain't hard to find
[2Pac:] Drinking and shit, fucking with some Hurricane
[E-40:] A motherfucker's gonna get his marbles regardless, playboy
[2Pac:] You supposed to
[RIch:] Sideways to the next light, and to the next coast, popping the muthafucking most, you understand what I'm saying
[2Pac:] Money over bitches, nigga, M.O.B., M.O.B.

done

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