Makaveli - To Live & Die In La lyrics

"Street Science, you're on the air What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one?" "I love Tupac's new record" "Right, but don't you feel like that creates Ah tension between East and West? He's talking about k**ing people 'I had s** with your wife' and not in those words But he's talking about, 'I wanna see you deceased'" 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 To live and die in L.A. Where everyday we try to fatten our pockets Us n***as hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin' Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces Shed tears as we bury n***as close to heart Who was a friend is 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 guessin' Plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin' 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 L.A. On bail, my angel sing To live and die in L.A. It's the place to be You've got to be there to know it Everybody wanna see (to live and die in L.A.) To live and die in L.A. It's the place to be You've got to be there to know it Everybody wanna see It's the City of Angels and constant danger South Central L.A., 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***as getting three strikes, tossed in jail I swear the pen 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 Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other n***as copycats, these is G's I love Cali like I love women 'Cause every n***a in LA got a little bit of thug in him We might fight amongst each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this b**h down, get us pissed, to live and die in LA To live and die in L.A. It's the place to be You've got to be there to know it Everybody wanna see To live and die in L.A. It's the place to be (to live and die in L.A.) You've got to be there to know it Everybody wanna see 'Cause would it be L.A. 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***as lost they way Gang signs being shown, n***a, love your hood! But recognize and it's all good Where the weed at? n***as gettin' shurrmed out Snoop Dogg in this muthaf**a permed out M.O.B, Big Suge in the Lo-Lo, bounce and turn Dogg Pound in the Lex with a ounce to burn Got them Watts n***as with me, O.F.T.B They got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me Neckbone, Tre, Herron, Big Buntry 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 To live and die in L.A. It's the place to be (let my angels sing) You've got to be there to know it Everybody wanna see To live and die in L.A. It's the place to be (to live and die in L.A.) You've got to be there to know it Everybody wanna see This go out for 92.3, and 106 All the radio stations that be bumping my sh** Making my sh** sells katruple quitraple platinum This go out to all the magazines that a n***a All the real motherf**ers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all motherf**ers L.A., California Love part motherf**ing two Without gay a** Dre To live and die in L.A. uh To live and die in L.A.