Makaveli 2pac To Live Die In La Lyrics

To Live Die In La Lyrics

f/ 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 killing people *static*



I had sex 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 niggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knok it



Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin



Worldwide through the hard times, warrior 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



ain't an option now, so I'm 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 the scene



What's the worst they could do to a nigga 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



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 can't cry



Cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now



Livin life Thug style, so I can't smile



Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures



Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha



Better learn about the dress code, B's and 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'll burn this bitch 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 tryin to see us all broke, I'm 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 and it's all good, where the weed at?



Niggaz gettin shermed out



Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka 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 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's for you



I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin it pay



Gettin high watchin 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 bumpin my shit



Makin my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe



This go out to all the magazines that supported me



All the real motherfuckers



All the stores, the mom and pop spots



A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers



LA, California Love part motherfuckin Two



Without gay ass Dre