A Good Man Is Hard To Find (10-25-270-Frankie Trumbauer

(Tupac) They say Intro/Chorus: (B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer (Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin (E-40) Man, you motherf**kers don't know nuttin about no timin (Tupac) That's right, that's right boy start that s**t off Verse One: 2Pac 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 mutherf**kers 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 f**k you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G For the life of me, I cannot see How motherf**kers picture livin life after a night of f**kin 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 Chorus Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit 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 s**t 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 motherf**kerin 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 motherf**ker 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 n***a can't stop Too much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch Whether it's a n***a or a hoe, a hoe get in my way, then that ass gots to go Cause a n***a steady plottin I serves hit for hit, and motherf**kers 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 complex Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary Playboy, what the f**k is the proof without the drama play Nigga, what the f**k you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggaz Motherf**kers 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 f**k 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 (Tupac) Hell nah we ain't hard to find (C-Bo) The whole clickilation fool (E-40) Motherf**kers hard to find, right here bitch (Tupac) 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? (C-Bo) n***a be lookin all the way when he see you and shit It's a celebration, Young Pac is back (E-40) Motherf**kers better understand this shit (Tupac) Ay D-Shot n***a can we get paid man? Can we just go there and sock this s**t up? Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine Drinkin and shit, f**kin with some hurricane (E-40) A motherf**ker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa (Tupac) You suPPOSED to Sideways to the next light...