Tupac) They say
(B-Legit) Influenced by crime addicted to grinding
(C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips
(Richie Rich) And niggas call me one timer
(Tupac) Been Ballin' since my adolecsent years steady climbing
(E-40) Man, you muthafuckas don't know nothing about no timing

(Tupac) Thats right boy start that shit off

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 know longer existed, mysteriously missing
Although i'm world wide, baby I ain't hard to find
Why I spend most of my time on California crime
Watching for theiven
I'm cautious, its like I'm barely breathing
Putting a bullet in muthafuckas
give me a reason
See me and hope i'm intoxicated
Looks like we 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 running, So scared to fire 'G'
For the life of me, I cannot see
How mutha-fuckas picture living life after a night
Of fucking around with me
And if you don't like this rhyme
Then bring you big bad ass to California
Cuz we ain't hard to find

(B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grinding
(C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips
(Richie Rich) And niggas call me one timer
(Tupac) Been Ballin' since my adolecsent years steady climbing
(E-40) Man, you muthafuckas don't know nothing about no timing

I got my locs on
Hard hat
Going to war
Breaking them off on sight
Stopping lives on red lights
Watch 'em pause as I pull out my strap out my drawers
And get the dumping on their ass like the last outlaws
Rich, Tupac and the Cliq smoking blunts and loading 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
Moving dodge van
Fifty rounds in the clip
I'm riding shot gun with the tint in the back
I'm planning on having a mutha-fuckin' mit in this rap
I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O
Where selling narcotics is all I know
I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever your kind
And if you need a mutha-fucka I ain't hard to find

Some may call me hoopsy, but I call it timin'
That's why I keeps on grinding
To a point where a nigga can't stop
To much feelin' this shit thats why I'm quick to peel a bitch
Whether its a nigga or a ho a ho
Get in my way then that ass gots to go
Cuz a nigga steady plotting
I serves hit for hit
And mutha-fuckas keep dropping

(B-Legit) Influenced by crime addicted to grinding
(C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips
(Richie Rich) And niggas call me one timer
(Tupac) Been Ballin' since my adolecsent years steady climbing
(E-40) Man, you muthafuckas don't know nothing about no timing

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 my was first to ask niggas
Mutha-fuckas thought I wasn't going do something ask niggas
Threatin' your life, it ain't like you love 'em
Bury your thoughts, take his head fuckin' half ready

I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga
I hear he trying to ride the legend 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' more than 20 sticthes
You behave like them bitches
Side ways to the next
Heavy in the game
Check the resident
It's all the same
Nigga and we ain't hard to find

Why them niggas acting like they can't find like like they can't see us
and like we don't be at the same spots that they be at...