2Pac – Ain't Hard 2 Find (feat. E-40, Richie Rich, B-Legit &

2Pac – Ain't Hard 2 Find (feat. E-40, Richie Rich, B-Legit & C-Bo) Lyrics

Ain't Hard 2 Find

2Pac (feat. E-40, Richie Rich, B-Legit & C-Bo)

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"Ain't Hard 2 Find." - 2Pac (feat. E-40, Richie Rich, B-Legit & C-Bo)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 07:58 pm

Album: All Eyez On Me

Track No: 12

They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Preoccupied with my chips
And **** call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent years, steady climbin'
Man, you motherfuckas don't know nothin' about no timin'
That's right, that's right, boy, start that shit off
I heard a rumor I died, murdered in cold blood, dramatized
Pictures 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
Where I spend most of my time, my California grind
Watchin' for thievin', I'm cautious, it's like I'm barely breathing
Puttin' a bullet in motherfuckas, give me a reason
See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded
You tried to play me, now homicide's 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 motherfuckas 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'
Preoccupied with my chips
And **** call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent years, steady climbin'
Motherfuckas don't know nothin' 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 outlaw
Rich, 2Pac 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
In the Dodge Van, fifty rounds in the clip
I'm ridin' shotgun with the tint in the Valley
I plan to have a motherfuckin' 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, weed, whatever your kind
And if you need a motherfucka, 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 **** can't stop
Too much feelin' this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch
Whether it's a **** or a ho, a ho
Get in my way, then that ass gots to go
'Cause a **** steady plottin'
I serves hit for hit and motherfuckas keep droppin'
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Preoccupied with my chips
And **** call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin' (Say what?)
Man, you motherfuckas don't know nothin' about no timin'
C-Bo, D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich, B-Legit
Down the steps
Abandoned broken-down apartment complex
Heavy metal weapons they carry, can't be scary
Playboy, what the fuck is the 'proof without the trauma-plate?
****, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gon' hesitate?
Best shake-'n'-bake all them I-was-finst-to-ass ****
Motherfuckers-didn't-think-I was-gon'-do-somethin'-ass ****
Threaten your life, ain't like you love him
Bury your thoughts, take his head, fuckin' have at him
Check this out, I grew up with that ****
Threw up with that ****
I hear he tryin' to ride
Double agent for the other side
But now, my Glock be so judgmental
Back seat of a rental, keep my name out your dental, ****
If your gum bleedin' and you needin'
More than twenty stitches, you behave like them bitches
Sideways to the next
Heavy in the game
Check the resident, it's all the same
****, and we ain't hard to find
Hell nah, we ain't hard to find, nah
The whole Click-ilation, fool
We ain't hard to find, right here bi-atch
Why them **** 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?
Aye, it's the same congregation
Young Pac is back, it's a celebration
**** be lookin' all the way when he see you and shit
Motherfuckers better understand this shit
Young 'Pac is back
Aye, D-Shot, ****, can we get paid man?
Oh my goodness, we got C-Bo in this muthafucka'
Can we just go out there and sock this shit up, please?
Aye, we smokin' and we ain't hard to find
Drinkin' and shit, fuckin' with some Hurricanes and some Thug passion
A motherfucka's gonna get his marbles regardless, playboy
Check this out, you supposed to
Believe in that shit
Sideways to the next light, and to the next coast
Poppin' the muthafuckin' most, you understand what I'm sayin'?
Aye, money over bitches, ****, M.O.B., M.O.B

Writer(s): 2Pac, Earl Stevens, D. Stevens, B. Jones, T. Thomas, S. Thomas & M. Mosley.

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