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2pac – ain’t hard 2 find lyrics

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[intro/chorus: c-bo, d-shot, richie rich, 2pac & e-40]
they say
influenced by crime, addicted to grindin’
preoccupied with my chips
and n-ggas call me a timer
i been ballin’ since my adolescent years steady climbin’
man, you motherf-ckers don’t know nuttin’ about no timin’
that’s right, that’s right boy, start that sh-t off

[verse 1: 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 missin’
although i’m worldwide, baby i ain’t hard to find
where 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 motherf-ckers, give me da reason
see me and hope i’m intoxicated or slightly faded
you tried to play me, now homicide’s 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 -ss to california, ’cause we ain’t hard to find

[chorus: c-bo, d-shot, richie rich, 2pac & e-40]
influenced by crime, addicted to grindin’
preoccupied with my chips
and n-ggas call me a timer
i been ballin’ since my adolescent years steady climbin’
motherf-ckers don’t know nuttin’ 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 draws
and get to dumpin’ on they -ss like the last outlaw
rich, 2pac and the cl!ck, smokin’ blunts, loadin’ clips
with enough sh-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

[verse 3: b-legit]
i’m fully automatic, full of static and sh-t
movin’ dodge van, fifty rounds in the clip
i’m ridin’ shotgun with the tint in the back
i’m plan to have a motherf-ckin’ 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, and weed, whatever yo’ kind
and if you need a motherf-cker, i ain’t hard to find

[verse 4: 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 n-gga can’t stop
too much feelin’ this sh-t, that’s why i’m quick to peel a b-tch
whether it’s a n-gga or a ho, a ho
get in my way, then that -ss gots to go
’cause a n-gga steady plottin’
i serves hit for hit, and motherf-ckers keep droppin’

[chorus: c-bo, d-shot, richie rich, 2pac & e-40]
influenced by crime, addicted to grindin’
preoccupied with my chips
and n-ggas call me a timer
i been ballin’ since my adolescent years steady climbin’
man, you motherf-ckers don’t know nuttin’ about no timin’

[2pac & e-40]
c-bo, d-shot, e-40, richie rich
da bay, beitch!

[verse 5: e-40]
down the steps
abandoned broken down apartment complex
heavy metal weapons they carry, can’t be scary
playboy, what the f-ck is a proof without the trauma plate?
n-gga, what the f-ck you got a gun for if you gon’ hesitate?
best shake and bake all them i-was-finst-to–ss n-ggas
motherf-ckers-didn’t-think-i was-gon’-do-somethin’–ss n-ggas
threaten your life, ain’t like you love him
bury your thoughts, take his head f-ck him, have at him

[verse 6: richie rich]
(check this out)
i grew up with that n-gga
threw up with that n-gga
i hear he tryin’ 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, n-gga
if your gum bleedin’ and you needin’
more than twenty st-tches, you behave like them b-tches
sideways to the next
heavy in the game
check the resident, it’s all the same
n-gga, and we ain’t hard to find

[outro/ad-libs: 2pac, c-bo & e-40]
[2pac]: h-ll nah we ain’t hard to find
[c-bo]: the whole cl!ckalation fool
[e-40]: motherf-ckers hard to find, right here b-tch
[2pac]: why them n-ggas 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?
[d-shot]: it’s the same congregation. young pac is back
[2pac]: you know what i mean?
[c-bo]: n-gga be lookin’ all the way when he see you and sh-t
[d-shot]: it’s a celebration
[e-40]: motherf-ckers better understand this sh-t
[d-shot]: young ‘pac is back
[2pac]: ay d-shot, n-gga, can we get paid man?
[d-shot]: oh my goodness, we got c-bo in this m-th-f-cka…
[2pac]can we just go there and sock this sh-t up, please?
[d-shot]: hey, we smokin’, and we ain’t hard to find
[2pac]: drinkin’ and sh-t, f-ckin’ with some hurricane and some thug p-ssion
[e-40]: a motherf-cker’s gonna get his marbles regardless, playboy
[2pac]: a check this out…you supposed to
[e-40]: believe in that sh-t
[rich]: sideways to the next light, and to the next coast, poppin’ the m-th-f-ckin’ most, you understand what i’m sayin’
[2pac]: money over b-tches, n-gga, m.o.b., m.o.b