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Influenced by crime, to grindin' Where I can up my chips And call me a timer I been ballin' since my adolescent years climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' no timin'
That's right, that's right boy start that off
I heard a rumour I died, murdered in blood dramatized Pictures of me in my final stage you Mama cried But was fiction, some coward got the story twisted I no longer existed, mysteriously missin' Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't to find Why I spend of my time, my California grind Watching for thievin' I'm cautious like I'm barely breathin' Puttin a bullet in motherfuckers me a reason See me and hope I'm or slightly faded You to play me now homicide is my only payment I'm addicted to currency in this I lead Why the fuck you be runnin', too scared to fight a G For the life of me, I see How motherfuckers picture life after a night of fuckin' around with me And if you like this rhyme Then bring big bad ass to California 'Cause we hard to find
Influenced by crime, to grindin' Where I can pile up my And call me a timer I been ballin' since my adolescent steady climbin' Motherfuckers don't know nuttin' no timin'
I got my locs on hat goin' to war Breakin' off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights Watch 'em pause as I my strap, out my drawers And get to on they ass, like the last outlaws Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, clips With shit to raise your block in one dip We bring on horror Tales From the Crypt And we ain't hard to find is the tales we kick
I'm automatic full of static and shit Movin' van fifty rounds in the clip I'm ridin' gun with the tint in the back I'm plan to a motherfuckerin' mint in this rap I'm from the Where narcotics is all I know I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' And if you need a I ain't hard to find
may call me Bootsy, but I call it timin' That's while I keeps on (that's right) To the point where a can't stop Too much feelin' this shit, that's why I'm quick to a bitch Whether it's a or a ho, a ho Get in my way, that ass gots to go a nigga steady plottin' I hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin'
Influenced by crime, addicted to Where I can up my chips And niggas me a timer I been ballin' my adolescent years steady climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' no timin'
Down the Abandoned broken apartment complex metal lipstick hairy can't be scary Playboy, what the fuck is the without the drama play Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna Best shake and bake all I-was-finst-to-ask niggas Motherfuckers-didn't-think-I was-gon'-do-somethin'-ass Threaten life, ain't like you love him Bury your thoughts, take his head him have at him (check this out)
I grew up that nigga up with that nigga I hear he to ride Double-edgin' for the other But now, my Glock be so Back of a rental Keep my name out your dental, If your gum bleeding and you More than twenty stitches, you behaved like them to the race Heavy in the Check the resident, it's all the (it's all the same) Nigga, and we ain't hard to
Hell nah we ain't to find The whole clickilation Motherfuckers hard to find, here biatch
Why them niggas acting like they can't us? they can't see us and Like we don't be at the spots they be at? It's the congregation Pac is back (Nigga be lookin' all the way when he see you and shit) It's a celebration, (guess who's back) (motherfuckers better understand shit) Young Pac is Ay nigga can we get paid man? Can we go there and sock this shit up please? Hey, we smokin', and we hard to find and shit, fuckin' with some hurricane A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboro's playa You to Sideways to the next And to the coast Poppin' ball shit you know what I'm sayin' (Money over nigga, MOB, MOB)