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Influenced by crime, to grindin' Where I can pile up my And niggas me a timer I been ballin' my adolescent years steady climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't know about no timin'
That's right, that's right boy that shit off
I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold dramatized of me in my final stage you know Mama cried But that was fiction, some coward got the twisted Like I no longer existed, missin' I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend of my time, my California grind Watching for thievin' I'm cautious it's I'm barely breathin' a bullet in motherfuckers give me a reason See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly You tried to play me now is my only payment I'm addicted to in this life I lead Why the fuck you cowards be runnin', too scared to a G For the of me, I cannot see How motherfuckers livin' life after a night of fuckin' around with me And if you don't this rhyme bring your big bad ass to California 'Cause we ain't hard to
by crime, addicted to grindin' Where I can pile up my And call me a timer I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady don't know nuttin' about no timin'
I got my locs on hat goin' to war them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights Watch 'em as I pull my strap, out my drawers And get to dumpin' on they ass, the last outlaws Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, clips With enough to raise your block in one dip We bring on horror Tales From the Crypt And we ain't hard to find is the that we kick
I'm fully automatic of static and shit Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip I'm ridin' gun with the tint in the back I'm plan to have a motherfuckerin' in this rap I'm from the Where sellin' is all I know I got blow, speed, bleed, yo' kind And if you a motherfucker I ain't hard to find
may call me Bootsy, but I call it timin' That's while I keeps on (that's right) To the point where a nigga can't Too much this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch Whether it's a or a ho, a ho Get in my way, that ass gots to go 'Cause a steady plottin' I serves hit for hit, and keep droppin'
Influenced by crime, to grindin' Where I can pile up my And niggas me a timer I been ballin' since my years steady climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no
Down the Abandoned down apartment complex Heavy metal lipstick hairy be scary Playboy, the fuck is the proof without the drama play Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya hesitate Best shake and bake all I-was-finst-to-ask niggas Motherfuckers-didn't-think-I niggas your life, ain't like you love him Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him (check out)
I grew up that nigga Threw up that nigga I he tryin' to ride Double-edgin' for the side But now, my be so judgemental seat of a rental Keep my name out your dental, If your gum bleeding and you More than stitches, you behaved like them bitches Sideways to the Heavy in the Check the resident, all the same (it's all the same) Nigga, and we hard to find
nah we ain't hard to find The clickilation fool Motherfuckers hard to find, right biatch
Why them niggas acting like they find us? Like can't see us and Like we don't be at the same they be at? It's the same Pac is back (Nigga be lookin' all the way when he see you and shit) It's a celebration, (guess who's back) (motherfuckers understand this shit) Young Pac is Ay nigga can we get paid man? Can we go there and sock this shit up please? Hey, we smokin', and we hard to find and shit, fuckin' with some hurricane A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboro's regardless You to Sideways to the next And to the next motherfuckin' ball shit you know what I'm sayin' (Money bitches nigga, MOB, MOB)