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2 Pac - To Live And Die In La lyrics

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Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The Seven Day Theory (1996)

[Dominique] Street Science, you are 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*
Right, but don´t you feel like that creates *static*
a tension between East & West? *static*
He has talking about killing people *static*
I had sex with your wife & not in those words *static*
but he has talking about I want to see you deceased *static*

Intro: Makaveli

No doubt... to live & 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 & die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it is hard to knok it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin
Worldwide through the hard times, worryin faces
Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it
Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him
Blind to a broken man´s dream, a hard lesson
Court cases keep me guessin, plea bargain
aint an option now, so I am stressin, cost me more
to be free than a life in the pen
Makin money off of cuss words, writin again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset likin this sin
What´s the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell
To live & die in LA on bail, my angel sing

Chorus: Val Young

To live & die in LA, it is the place to be
You have got to be there to know it,
what everybody want to see

Verse Two: Makaveli

It is the, City of Angels & constant danger
South Central LA, can´t get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggaz gettin three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell, I cannot cry
Cause it is on now, I am just a nigga on his own now
Livin life Thug style, so I cannot smile
Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinkin Cali just fun & bitches, hahaha
Better learn about the dress code, B´s & C´s
All them other niggaz copycats, these is G´s
I love Cali like I love woman
Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him
We might fight with each other, but I promise you this
We will burn this bitch down, get us pissed
To live & die in LA
(Let my angel sing)


Verse Three: Makaveli

Cause would it be LA without Mexicans?
Black love brown pride in the sex again
Pete Wilson tryin to see us all broke, I am on some bullshit
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK
Automatics rang free, niggaz lost they way
Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood
But reconize & it is all good, where the weed at?
Niggaz gettin shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this muhf*cka perved out, M.O.B.
Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce & turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggaz 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 has for you
I hit the studio & drop a jewel, hopin it pay
Gettin high watchin time fly, to live & die in LA
(Let my angel sing)


Outro: Makaveli

This go out for 92.3, & 106
All the radio stations that be bumpin my shit
Makin my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real motherf*ckers
All the stores, the mom & pop spots
A&R people, all y´all motherf*ckers
LA, California Love part motherf*ckin Two
Without gay ass Dre

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