B-legit Ain`t Hard 2 Find Lyrics

Ain`t 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 

 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) 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...