we ain't hard to find [Tupac] Hell nah we ain't hard to find [C-Bo] The whole clickilation fool [E-40] Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch [
get a pen and paper Write you a letter cause you are appreciated Like damn mama the reason I work hard not even my favorite rapper you was bigger than an artist Yeah 'Pac
Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find
And in the famous words of Mr. King ?Why can't we all just get along?, Or we can find a better way to shop and please, And I Hope we find a better way
wish that we could never get the blues Wish I could bring back the people that died at E2 I wish that we could walk a path, stay doin' the right thing Hustle hard
I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well
Whassup? It's 2Pac can you get away? Let me come swoop you up, you know I got a man I know you got a man but he ain't gon' if I take you out Of course
making is for shaking the herbal healin And catching feelings is a no no Breaking more bitches and hitting switches in the low low Bounce and turn, like my homie Makaveli we ain't hard to find
feel you {uhh} (baby don't) But you can't, you can't give up {Hey 2Pac what?} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard
ribs Keep thinkin' that the god is chillin' I'm the reason custies is comin' to the Carter Buildin And it aint no tellin what I do They may find ya body
something I need you to do something else for them man, just to warm em up, and then lay it on me. Get ya pipe. Yea, Gangsta Grillz, Dedication 2,
that they shot Pac over The shit my mother looked shocked over Haha yeah They a canvas I'm the group of 7 A migraine, take 2 Excedrin I'm the one
feet, I look up in the skies, eyes closed and yell: "Lord speak." Another brother died, didn't get a chance to say goodbye, Shed a tear for him, like 2Pac
right here, uh E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks Givin head to the glock, pretend it's hard cock
a women's penitentiary I drink lemons with bacardi for bitches wanna party make sure they gimme the punani yo when I be with mamis we could be maxin' 2Pac
a brave Pac Nah you a fake Pac I get down and take blocks You bend down and take cock Cause Chris Lightys behind you, get it? My niggas'll find you drippin
about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps Outkast wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard Harder
why they wanna watch me In some hotel lobby getting sloppy with this pillow built mommy? Probably never be global like 2Pac But the local boys will beat my shit hard