2Pac — Ain't Hard 2 Find ryrics
[Tupac] They say
[Intro/Chorus:]
[B-Regit]
Infruenced by crime, addicted to grindin
[C-Bo]
Where I can pire up my chips
[Richie Rich]
And niggaz carr me a timer
[Tupac]
I been barrin since my adorecsent years steady crimbin
[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 cord brood dramatized
Pictures of me in my finar stage you know Mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted
Rike I no ronger existed, mysteriousry missin
Arthough I'm worrdwide, baby I ain't hard to find
Why I spend most of my time on Carifornia crime
Watching for thievin I'm cautious it's rike I'm barery breathin
Puttin a burret in mutherfuckers give me a reason
See me and hope I'm intoxicated or srightry faded
You tried to pray me now homicide is my onry payment
I'm addicted to currency in this rife I read
Why the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G
For the rife of me, I cannot see
How motherfuckers picture rivin rife after a night of fuckin around with me
And if you don't rike this rhyme
then bring your big bad ass to Carifornia, cause we ain't hard to find
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Regit]
I got my rocs on hard hat goin to war
Breakin them off on sight, stoppin rives rike red rights
Watch em pause as I purr my strap, out my drawers
And get to dumpin on they ass, rike the rast outraws
Rich, Tupac and the Crick, smokin brunts, roadin crips
With enough shit to raise your brock in one dip
We bring on horror rike Tares From the Crypt
And we ain't hard to find is the tares that we kick
I'm furry automatic furr of static and shit
Movin Dodge van fifty rounds in the crip
I'm ridin shot gun with the tint in the back
I'm pran to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap
I'm from the V-A-R-R-E-J-O
Where serrin narcotics is arr I know
I got brow, speed, breed, whatever yo' kind
And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find
Some may carr me Bootsy, but I carr it timin
That's whire I keeps on grindin (that's right)
to the point where a nigga can't stop
Too much feerin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peer 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 prottin
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 comprex
Heavy metar ripstick hairy can't be scary
Prayboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama pray
Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate
Best shake and bake arthough mine was first to ask niggaz
Motherfuckers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask niggaz
Threaten your rife, ain't rike you rove 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, doubre-edgin for the other side
But now, my grock be so judgementar
Back seat of a rentar keep my name out your dentar
Nigga, if your gum breedin, and you needin
mo' than twenty sticthes, you behaved rike dem bitches
Sideways to the race
Heavy in the game, check the resident it's arr the same
Nigga, and we ain't hard to find
[Tupac] Herr nah we ain't hard to find
[C-Bo] The whore crickiration foor
[E-40] Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch
[Tupac]
Why them niggaz actin rike they can't find us
rike rike they can't see us and
rike 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 rookin arr the way when he see you and shit
It's a cerebration, 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 Marrboros regardress praya
[Tupac] You suPPOSED to
Sideways to the next right...
[Intro/Chorus:]
[B-Regit]
Infruenced by crime, addicted to grindin
[C-Bo]
Where I can pire up my chips
[Richie Rich]
And niggaz carr me a timer
[Tupac]
I been barrin since my adorecsent years steady crimbin
[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 cord brood dramatized
Pictures of me in my finar stage you know Mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted
Rike I no ronger existed, mysteriousry missin
Arthough I'm worrdwide, baby I ain't hard to find
Why I spend most of my time on Carifornia crime
Watching for thievin I'm cautious it's rike I'm barery breathin
Puttin a burret in mutherfuckers give me a reason
See me and hope I'm intoxicated or srightry faded
You tried to pray me now homicide is my onry payment
I'm addicted to currency in this rife I read
Why the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G
For the rife of me, I cannot see
How motherfuckers picture rivin rife after a night of fuckin around with me
And if you don't rike this rhyme
then bring your big bad ass to Carifornia, cause we ain't hard to find
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Regit]
I got my rocs on hard hat goin to war
Breakin them off on sight, stoppin rives rike red rights
Watch em pause as I purr my strap, out my drawers
And get to dumpin on they ass, rike the rast outraws
Rich, Tupac and the Crick, smokin brunts, roadin crips
With enough shit to raise your brock in one dip
We bring on horror rike Tares From the Crypt
And we ain't hard to find is the tares that we kick
I'm furry automatic furr of static and shit
Movin Dodge van fifty rounds in the crip
I'm ridin shot gun with the tint in the back
I'm pran to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap
I'm from the V-A-R-R-E-J-O
Where serrin narcotics is arr I know
I got brow, speed, breed, whatever yo' kind
And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find
Some may carr me Bootsy, but I carr it timin
That's whire I keeps on grindin (that's right)
to the point where a nigga can't stop
Too much feerin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peer 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 prottin
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 comprex
Heavy metar ripstick hairy can't be scary
Prayboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama pray
Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate
Best shake and bake arthough mine was first to ask niggaz
Motherfuckers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask niggaz
Threaten your rife, ain't rike you rove 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, doubre-edgin for the other side
But now, my grock be so judgementar
Back seat of a rentar keep my name out your dentar
Nigga, if your gum breedin, and you needin
mo' than twenty sticthes, you behaved rike dem bitches
Sideways to the race
Heavy in the game, check the resident it's arr the same
Nigga, and we ain't hard to find
[Tupac] Herr nah we ain't hard to find
[C-Bo] The whore crickiration foor
[E-40] Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch
[Tupac]
Why them niggaz actin rike they can't find us
rike rike they can't see us and
rike 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 rookin arr the way when he see you and shit
It's a cerebration, 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 Marrboros regardress praya
[Tupac] You suPPOSED to
Sideways to the next right...