They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggaz call me a timer
I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin
Man, you motherfuckers dont know nuttin about no timin
Thats right, thats 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 Im worldwide, baby I aint hard to find
Why I spend most of my time on California crime
Watching for thievin Im cautious its like Im barely breathin
Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason
See me and hope Im intoxicated or slightly faded
You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment
Im 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 motherfuckers picture livin life after a night of fuckin around with me
And if you dont like this rhyme
then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we aint hard to find
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 aint hard to find is the tales that we kick
Im fully automatic full of static and shit
Movin Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip
Im ridin shot gun with the tint in the back
Im plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap
Im 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 motherfucker I aint hard to find
Some may call me Bootsy, but I call it timin
Thats while I keeps on grindin (thats right)
to the point where a nigga cant stop
Too much feelin this shit, thats why Im quick to peel a bitch
Whether its a nigga or a hoe, a hoe
get in my way, then that ass gots to go
Cause a nigga steady plottin
I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin
C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich
Da Bay, beitch!
Down the steps
Abandonded broken down apartment complex
Heavy metal lipstick hairy cant be scary
Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play
Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate
Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggaz
Motherfuckers didnt think I wasnt going do somethin, ask niggaz
Threaten your life, aint like you love him
Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him
Check this out
I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga
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
Nigga, if your gum bleedin, and you needin
mo than twenty sticthes, you behaved like dem bitches
Sideways to the race
Heavy in the game, check the resident its all the same
Nigga, and we aint hard to find
Hell nah we aint hard to find
The whole clickilation fool
Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch
Why them niggaz actin like they cant find us
like like they cant see us and
like we dont be at the same spots they be at
Its the same congregation, Young Pac is back
YouknowhatImean?
Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit
Its a celebration, Young Pac is back
Motherfuckers 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 aint hard to fine
Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane
A motherfuckers gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa
You suPPOSED to
Sideways to the next light...
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