2pac - To Live & Die In L.a. lyrics

(feat. Val Young) [Dominique] Street Science, you're on the air [static] What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? [static] [Man responds] I love Tupac's new record [static] [Dominique] Right, but don't you feel like that creates [static] a tension between East and West? [static] He's talking about k**ing people [static] I had s** with your wife and not in those words [static] but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased [static] [Intro: Makaveli] No doubt... to live and die in LA California -- what you say about Los Angeles Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun and everybody got love [Verse One: Makaveli] To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets Us n***az hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it Everybody got they own thang, currency chasing Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces Shed tears as we bury n***az close to heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it n***a got smoked by a fiend, trying to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson Court cases keep me guessing, plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressing, cost me more to be free than a life in the pen Making money off of cuss words, writing again Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen Late night down Sunset liking the scene What's the worst they could do to a n***a got me lost in hell To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing [Chorus: Val Young] To live and die in LA, it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see [repeat 2X] [Verse Two: Makaveli] It's the, City of Angels and constant danger South Central LA, can't get no stranger Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe So many n***az getting three strikes, tossed in jail I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry Cause it's on now, I'm just a n***a on his own now Living life Thug style, so I can't smile Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinking Cali just fun and b**hes, hahaha Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other n***az copycats, these is G's I love Cali like I love woman Cause every n***a in LA got a little bit of Thug in him We might fight among each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this b**h down, get us pissed To live and die in LA (Let my angel sing) [Chorus] [Verse Three: Makaveli] Cause would it be LA without Mexicans? Black love brown pride and the sets again Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke, I'm on some bullsh** Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK Automatics rang free, n***az lost they way Gang signs being showed, n***a love your hood But recognize and it's all good, where the weed at? n***az getting shermed out Snoop Dogg in this muhf**a perved out, M.O.B. Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn Got them Watts n***az with me, OFTB They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you I hit the studio and drop a j**el, hoping it pay Getting high watching time fly, to live and die in LA (Let my angel sing) [Chorus] [Outro: Makaveli] This go out for 92.3, and 106 All the radio stations that be bumping my sh** Making my sh** sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real motherf**ers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all motherf**ers LA, California Love part motherf**ing Two Without gay a** Dre