Ain’t Hard 2 Find lyrics

by

Bob Marley


[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 ass 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 ass like the last outlaw
Rich, 2Pac and The Click, 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 ass 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'

[Interlude: 2Pac]
C-Bo, D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich, B-Legit

[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-ass n*ggas
Motherf*ckers-didn't-think-I was-gon'-do-somethin'-ass 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 judgemental
Back seat of a rental
Keep my name out your dental, n*gga
If your gum bleedin' and you needin'
More than twenty stitches
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]
Hell nah we ain't hard to find
The whole Clickalation fool
Motherf*ckers hard to find, right here b*tch
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
You know what I mean?
n*gga be lookin' all the way when he see you and sh*t
[D-Shot]: It's a celebration
Motherf*ckers better understand this sh*t
[D-Shot]: Young 'Pac is back
Ay D-Shot, n*gga, can we get paid man?
[D-Shot]: Oh my goodness, we got C-Bo in this muthaf*cka...
Can we just go there and sock this sh*t up, please?
[D-Shot]: Hey, we smokin', and we ain't hard to find
Drinkin' and sh*t, f*ckin' with some Hurricane and some Thug passion
A motherf*cker's gonna get his marbles regardless, playboy
A check this out...You supposed to
Believe in that sh*t
[RIch]: Sideways to the next light, and to the next coast, poppin' the muthaf*ckin' most, you understand what I'm sayin'
Money over b*tches, n*gga, M.O.B., M.O.B
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