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 Cry
Send "Ain't Hard 2 Find" Ringtone to your Cell 
