Lyrics - To Live & Die In La by Makaveli

INTRO:
Dominque:
What do you feel when you hear a record like
Tupac's newone?
Man:
I love
Tupac's new record
Dominque: right, but don't you feel like that creates tension between
East and
West?
Dominque:
He's talking about killing people,
I had sex with your wifeand not in those words, buthe's talking about
I wanna see you deceased. (after each question orsentence, a sound affect get'slouder and louder untill
Domique's last words)
Tupac:
No dought
To
Live &
Die in
LACalifornia--whatcha saying about
Los
Angelesstill the only place for me that never ?
To
Live and
Die in
LAwhen everyday we try a fatin' our pockets
Us niggas' hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got their own thang currency chasin'
World wide thru the hard times worrying faces
Shed tears as we burry niggas' close to heart
Oh was a friend now a ghost in the dark
Cold hearted--my nigga got smoked by a feen
Trying to floss on em'blind to a broken man's dreama hard lesson--caught cases--keep who's guessin'plea bargain aint an option now--so
I'm stessin'
Cost me more to be free than a life in the pennmaking money off of cuss words--writing again
Learn how to think ahead--so
I fight with my pinlate night down
Sunset like in a scene
What's the worst they could do to a niggagot me lost in hell--
To
Live and
Die in
LAon bail--my angels sing...
Chorus:
To live and
Die in
La, it's the place to beyou've got to be there to know itwhere everybody wanna see
It's the city of angles and constant danger
South
Central
LA--can't get no strangerfull of drama like a soap operaon the curbwatching the ghetto bird hellocopters
I observe--so many niggas'getting 3 strikes--tossed in jailso where's the penn--right across from hell
I can't cry--cause it's on nowliving life thug style--so
I can't smilewriting to my peopleswhen they ask for pictures50 cali thug niggas[haha]better learn about the dress code
B's and
C's--all them other niggas' copycatsthese is
G's
I love
Cali like
I love womancause every nigga in
LAgotta little bit of thug in em'
We might fight with each otherbut
I promise you thiswe will burn this shit down--get us piss
To
Live &
Die in
LAChorus:
To
Live &
Die in
LA, it's the place to be[
Tupac:
Let my angel sing]you've got to be there to know itwhere everybody wanna see
What would be
LA with out
Mexicans
Black love--
Brown pridein the set's again--
Pete
Wilsontrying to see us all brokeremember
K dayweekends--crenshaw--
MLKautomatics rang free causeniggas' lost their waygang signs being showednigga love your hoodbut reconize and it's all goodwhere the weed at--niggas getting shermed out
Snoop
Dogg and his homie's burned out
M-
O-
BBig
Suge in the lo lobounce and turn
Dogg
Pound in the
Lexwith an ounce to burngot them watts niggas with methey got some hashtook a stashleft the rest for me
Neckbone--
Dreray--
Ron too
Big
Rock got knockedbut this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewelopen and playgetting high--watching time fly
To
LIve &
Die in
LAChorus
Tupac:
This goes out for 92.3--all the radio stationsthat be bumping my shit
This goes out to all the magazinesthat supported me
All the real mothafuckas'all the stores--
LA--
California

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