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Influenced by crime, to grindin' Where I can up my chips And niggas me a timer I been ballin' since my years steady climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't know about no timin'
That's right, right boy start that shit off
I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood of me in my final stage you know Mama cried But that was fiction, some coward got the story Like I no longer existed, missin' Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't to find Why I spend most of my time, my grind Watching for thievin' I'm cautious it's like I'm barely Puttin a bullet in give me a reason See me and hope I'm intoxicated or faded You tried to play me now is my only payment I'm to currency in this life I lead Why the you cowards be runnin', too scared to fight a G For the of me, I cannot see How motherfuckers picture livin' life after a night of fuckin' with me And if you like this rhyme Then bring big bad ass to California 'Cause we ain't to find
Influenced by crime, to grindin' I can pile up my chips And niggas call me a I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady Motherfuckers don't know about no timin'
I got my on hard hat goin' to war Breakin' them off on sight, stoppin' lives red lights 'em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers And get to dumpin' on they ass, the last outlaws Rich, 2Pac and the Click, blunts, loadin' clips With enough shit to raise your in one dip We bring on horror like Tales From the And we ain't to find is the tales that we kick
I'm fully automatic full of and shit Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip I'm ridin' shot gun with the in the back I'm to have a motherfuckerin' mint in this rap I'm from the sellin' narcotics is all I know I got blow, speed, bleed, yo' kind And if you need a motherfucker I hard to find
Some may call me Bootsy, but I it timin' That's while I on grindin' (that's right) To the point where a nigga can't Too much feelin' shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch Whether a nigga or a ho, a ho Get in my way, that ass gots to go 'Cause a nigga steady I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers droppin'
Influenced by crime, to grindin' I can pile up my chips And niggas me a timer I ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't know about no timin'
the steps Abandoned broken apartment complex Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be Playboy, what the fuck is the proof the drama play Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya hesitate Best shake and bake all those niggas Motherfuckers-didn't-think-I was-gon'-do-somethin'-ass Threaten your life, 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 hear he to ride Double-edgin' for the side But now, my Glock be so Back of a rental my name out your dental, nigga If your gum bleeding and you More than twenty stitches, you behaved like them Sideways to the in the game Check the resident, it's all the (it's all the same) Nigga, and we hard to find
Hell nah we ain't to find The whole fool hard to find, right here biatch
Why them niggas like they can't find us? Like they see us and Like we don't be at the spots 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 back) (motherfuckers better understand this shit) Pac is back Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid Can we just go there and sock this up please? Hey, we smokin', and we hard to find Drinkin' and shit, with some hurricane A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboro's playa You to Sideways to the light And to the coast motherfuckin' ball shit you know what I'm sayin' (Money bitches nigga, MOB, MOB)