Lyric Ain t Hard 2 Find - 2Pac

Lyric Song Ain t Hard 2 Find: Tupac They say IntroChorus B Legit Influenced by crime
addicted to grindin C Bo Where I can pile up my chips Richie Rich And niggaz call me a timer Tupac I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin E 40 Man
you mother ers don t know nuttin about no timin Tupac That s right
that s right boy start that shit 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 muther ers 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 you cowards be runnin
too scared to fight a G For the life of me
I cannot see How mother ers picture livin life after a night of in 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 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 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 I m fully automatic full of static and shit 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 mother erin 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 mother er 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 nigga can t stop Too much feelin
that s why I m quick to peel a bitch Whether it s 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 mother ers keep droppin Chorus Tupac C Bo and D Shot
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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
what the is the proof without the drama play Nigga
what the you got a gun for
if ya gonna hesitate Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggaz Mother ers didn t think I wasn t going do somethin
ask niggaz Threaten your life
ain t like you love him Bury your thoughts
take his head 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 it s all the same Nigga
and we ain t hard to find Tupac Hell nah we ain t hard to find C Bo The whole clickilation fool E 40 Mother ers hard to find
right here bitch Tupac Why them niggaz 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 Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit It s a celebration
Young Pac is back E 40 Mother ers better understand Tupac Ay D Shot nigga can we get paid man Can we just go there and sock up Hey
we smokin
and we ain t hard to fine Drinkin and shit
in with some hurricane E 40 A mother er s gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa Tupac You suPPOSED to Sideways to the next light