Aint Hard 2 Find Lyrics by Tupac

Aint Hard 2 Find Lyrics

    (Tupac) They say

    Intro/Chorus:

    (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 motherfuckers 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 mutherfuckers 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 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 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 motherfuckerin 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 motherfucker 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 this shit, 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 motherfuckers keep droppin

    Chorus

    (Tupac) C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, 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
    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 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 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 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) Motherfuckers 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
    YouknowhatI'mean?
    (C-Bo) Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit
    It's a celebration, Young Pac is back
    (E-40) Motherfuckers better understand this shit
    (Tupac)
    Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man?
    Can we just go there and sock this shit up?
    Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine
    Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane
    (E-40) A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa
    (Tupac) You suPPOSED to
    Sideways to the next light...

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