To Live & Die In L.A. Lyrics

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