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To Live And Die In LA

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*


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)


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)


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

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