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Influenced by crime, addicted to Where I can pile up my And call me a timer I been ballin' since my adolescent years climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't nuttin' about no timin'
That's right, that's right boy that shit off
I heard a rumour I died, in cold blood dramatized Pictures of me in my final stage you know cried But was fiction, some coward got the story 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 like I'm barely breathin' Puttin a bullet in motherfuckers me a reason See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly You tried to me now homicide is my only payment I'm to currency in this life I lead Why the fuck you cowards be runnin', too to fight a G For the of me, I cannot see How motherfuckers picture livin' life a night of fuckin' around with me And if you don't like rhyme Then your big bad ass to California 'Cause we hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to I can pile up my chips And niggas call me a I been ballin' since my adolescent years climbin' Motherfuckers don't know about no timin'
I got my on hard hat goin' to war Breakin' off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights Watch 'em pause as I my strap, out my drawers And get to dumpin' on they ass, the last outlaws Rich, and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips With shit to raise your block in one dip We on horror like Tales From the Crypt And we ain't hard to find is the that we kick
I'm fully automatic full of static and Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip I'm shot gun with the tint in the back I'm plan to have a mint in this rap I'm the V-A-L-L-E-J-O Where sellin' narcotics is all I I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' And if you need a motherfucker I ain't to find
Some may call me Bootsy, but I call it That's I keeps on grindin' (that's right) To the point where a nigga can't Too much feelin' this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a Whether it's a or a ho, a ho Get in my way, then that ass to go 'Cause a steady plottin' I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep
Influenced by crime, addicted to I can pile up my chips And call me a timer I been ballin' my adolescent years steady climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't nuttin' about no timin'
Down the Abandoned broken 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 gonna Best shake and all those I-was-finst-to-ask niggas Motherfuckers-didn't-think-I was-gon'-do-somethin'-ass your life, ain't like you love him Bury thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him (check this 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 Back seat of a my name out your dental, nigga If your gum and you needing More than twenty stitches, you behaved them bitches to the race Heavy in the Check the resident, it's all the (it's all the same) Nigga, and we hard to find
Hell nah we ain't hard to The whole fool Motherfuckers hard to find, right biatch
Why them acting like they can't find us? Like they see us and Like we don't be at the same they be at? the same congregation Young Pac is (Nigga be lookin' all the way when he see you and shit) It's a celebration, (guess who's back) (motherfuckers better understand shit) Young Pac is Ay D-Shot can we get paid man? Can we just go there and this shit up please? Hey, we smokin', and we ain't hard to Drinkin' and shit, fuckin' with some A gonna get his Marlboro's regardless playa You to Sideways to the light And to the coast Poppin' motherfuckin' ball shit you know what I'm (Money over nigga, MOB, MOB)