[bad word] 
(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 [bad word] don't know nuttin about no timin

(Tupac) That's right boy start that [bad word] off

[Verse]
I heard [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] you cowards [bad word]  too scared to fight a For the life of me, I cannot see
How [bad word] picture livin life after a night of [bad word] around with me
And if you don't like this rhyme 
Then bring your big bad [bad word] to California, cause we ain't hard to find