I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized Pictures 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, my California grind Watching for thievin' I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin' Puttin a bullet in motherfuckers 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