Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't Hard 2 Find , by - 2Pac. Release date: 12.02.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ain't Hard 2 Find |
| Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin |
| Where I can pile up my chips |
| And niggaz call me a timer |
| I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin |
| Man, you motherfuckers don’t know nuttin about no timin |
| That’s right, that’s 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 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 |
| Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin |
| Where I can pile up my chips |
| And niggaz call me a timer |
| I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin |
| Man, you motherfuckers don’t know nuttin about no timin |
| 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 |
| Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin |
| Where I can pile up my chips |
| And niggaz call me a timer |
| I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin |
| Man, you motherfuckers don’t know nuttin about no timin |
| C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich |
| Da Bay, beitch! |
| 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 |
| Hell nah we ain’t hard to find |
| The whole clickilation fool |
| Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch |
| 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? |
| Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit |
| It’s a celebration, Young Pac is back |
| Motherfuckers better understand this shit |
| 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 |
| A motherfucker’s gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa |
| You suPPOSED to |
| Sideways to the next light… |