Lyrics We Ain’t Hard 2 Find - Layzie Bone , Mr. Capone-E , Mr. Criminal
In
the
lab,
cookin'
up
some
more
of
that
dope
shit
That
Hi
Power
Mo
Thug
shit
You
know
what
I'm
reppin',
East
1999
We
be
Mo
Thugs
and
we
ain't
hard
to
find
It's
Cleveland
love,
unless
you
cross
the
line
Don't
fuck
with
you
squirrels,
cause
it's
a
waste
of
time
You
know
what
I'm
reppin',
East
1999
We
be
Mo
Thugs
and
we
ain't
hard
to
find
It's
Cleveland
love,
unless
you
cross
the
line
Don't
fuck
with
you
squirrels,
cause
it's
a
waste
of
time
It's
just
a
waste
of
time
Bring
only
the
real,
and
never
the
fake
It's
all
about
money,
so
I
paper
chase
I'm
all
in
the
grind,
I'm
pushin'
my
line
Like
all
of
the
time,
and
I
don't
take
a
break
Since
I'm
a
go-getter,
I
stay
where
the
ballers
at
Ain't
nothin'
else
making
no
sense/cents
Nan
broke
niggas,
man
You
a
fuck
around
to
be
the
tip
Layzie
ain't
havin',
I
rather
battle
back
Blow
big
as
I
roll
in
my
Cadillac
Them
22"
went
to
spinnin'
When
it's
my
only
option,
as
a
matter
of
fact
I
crept
and
I
came,
ain't
no
turnin'
back
Too
deep
in
the
game,
don't
settle
for
less
Guess
you
could
say,
your
boy
been
blessed
No
time
for
the
nigga
that's
full
of
that
stress
Test
me
if
you
wanna,
dawg
I'm
tellin'
you
that
it'll
be
the
wrong
move
When
the
Mo
Thug
Soldiers
run
up
on
you
What
the
fuck
you
gon'
do
Them
niggas
gon'
bow
down
When
I
go
to
wildin'
out
I'm
bringing
the
raucous,
you
niggas
can't
touch
us
I
come
with
a
thousand
styles
We
niggas
just
don't
know
how
L-Burna
be
flippin'
the
flow
I'm
flippin'
the
game,
I'm
flippin'
the
script
Well
really,
I'm
flippin'
my
dough
My
money
keep
coming
in
stacks
Now
watch
how
it
pile
on
Y'all
niggas
keep
comin'
up
short
And
my
shit
is
a
mile
long
I'm
reppin'
this
Cali
southern
side
H.P.G.
til
the
day
that
I
die
Ese,
so
don't
fuck
with
mine
Putting
it
down
when
I'm
busting
these
rhymes
Came
up
short,
sellin'
nickels
and
dimes
Flipped
it
to
some
legal,
dawg
So
now,
I'm
ballin'
at
the
time
Chrome
wheels
spinnin',
live
in
sin
and
smokin',
grinnin'
Eses
out
runnin'
that
blue,
it's
true
when
I'm
crippin'
I'm
reppin'
that
trece
Puttin'
it
down,
for
all
of
my
gente
Criminal
with
Layzie
Bone
With
Mr.
Capone-E,
que
te
parese
I'm
livin'
flawless
to
lawless
Since
the
day
of
my
birth
I'm
squeezin'
my
life,
for
all
that
it's
worth
Before
I'm
leaving
this
earth
I've
learn
that
capital
lies
See,
I
built
an
enterprise
Fools
be
hittin'
to
see
some
Latinos
Comin'
up
on
the
rise
For
me,
I'm
not
trippin',
I'm
focused
On
stacking
these
economics
Distributin'
all
this
product
Stompin'
you
out
like
UFC
Bone
Thugs-N-Harmony,
connected
with
H.P.G
And
others
perpetrate
with
me,
you
see,
I'm
talkin'
fast
You
could
check
the
streets
about
me,
check
about
my
fuckin'
pass
You
see,
your
Criminal's
true
You
see,
your
Criminal's
real
You
run
up
on
the
Criminal
Watchin'
Criminal,
bust
a
steel
From
the
L.A.
county
line,
to
the
East
99
All
up
in
your
ride
{*stuttered
gunshots*}
Bullets
gonna
fly,
do
or
die,
while
I
plot
Another
homocide
on
the
big
bad
boy
side
Eazy
E,
2Pac,
Biggie
Smalls
Hi
Power
Gangsters,
we
seen
it
all
Got
it
all,
behind
the
all
Fuck
around,
get
around,
we
above
the
law
Shit
goes
down,
in
the
county
of
Downey
It's
bad
with
a
AK-47
Once
again,
it's
on,
it's
on
We
ride
the
best
from
the
west
Mister
pulling
the
one
homie
on
a
Notorious
vest
Chin
check
shit
went
flesh
Leave
a
bullet,
motherfucker
start
getting
dope
Ha
ha,
got
the
evil
laugh
for
a
Joker
Smoke
you
suckers,
cause
we
some
crazy
mother,
fuckers
Dippin'
and
we
trippin'
We
keep
all
of
our
weapon,
motherfucker,
we
the
best
in
Puff
on,
that
purple
kush
Just
one
look
at
a
groupie,
leave
'em
shook
Motherfucker,
give
it
up,
fuck
George
Bush
We
ridin'
dirty,
why
you
stuck,
on
that
hate
vibe
Chrome,
get
it
on
with
Layzie
Bone
Motherfuckers
all
turn
to
fucking
shine
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