To Live & Die In L.A. (CD Version, about 4:33 long)
2PAC - Makaveli
The Don Killuminati: The Seven Day Theory
Lyrics by Chris Reid - Lyrics Version 1.0
Woman: What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one?
Man: I love Tupac's new record.
Woman: Right, but don't you feel like that creates, a, tension between East and West?
Woman: He's talking about killing people, I had sex with your wife and not in those
words, but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased...
No doubt
To Live & Die in LA
California, whatcha saying about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me
It never rains in the sun...
To Live & Die in LA
When everyday we try a fatin' our pockets
Us niggas' hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin'
World wide through the hard times worrying faces
Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart
Oh was a friend now a ghost in the dark
Cold hearted, bout a nigga got smoked by a fiend
Trying to floss on em'
Blind to a broken man's dream
A hard lesson, court cases keep ‘em guessin'
Plea bargain ain’t an option now, so I'm stressin’'
Cost me more to be free than a life in the penn
Making money off of cuss words, writing again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset like in a scene
What's the worst they could do to a nigga
Got me lost in hell
To Live & Die in LA
On bail, my angels sing...
Chorus: (2 times)
To Live & Die in LA
It's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see
.....Tupac: To Live & Die in LA (first time only)
It's the city of angles and constant danger
South Central LA, can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera
On the curb
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters
I observe so many niggas
Getting 3 strikes, tossed in jail
So where's the penn, right across from Hell
I can't cry, cause it's on now
I’m just a nigga on his own now
Living life thug style, so I can't smile
Writing to my peoples
When they ask for pictures
Fifty Cali jus’ burn ‘em bitches
[haha]
Better learn about the dress code
B's and C's, all them other niggas' copycats
These is G's
I love Cali like I love women
Cause every nigga in LA
Gotta little bit of thug in em'
We might fight amongst each other
But I promise you this
We’ll burn this bitch down, get us pissed
To Live & Die in LA
Chorus: (2 times)
To Live & Die in LA
It's the place to be
.....Tupac: Let my angel sing (first time only)
.....Tupac: To Live & Die in La after (second time only)
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see
Wouldn’t be LA with out Mexicans
Black love, brown pride
In the sets again
Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke
I wants some bullshit
Out for everything they owe
Remember K day
Weekends, crenshaw, MLK
Automatics rang free
Niggas lost they way
Gang signs being showed
Nigga love your hood
But recognize that it's all good
Where the weed at, niggas getting shermed out
Snoop Dogg and this mo fucker burned out
M-O-B
Big Suge in the lo lo
Bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex
With a ounce to burn
Got them watts niggas with me
O-F-C-P
They got some hash
Took a stash
Left the rest for me
Neckbone, Dreray, Ron wants it too
Big Rock got knocked
But this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel
Open and pay
Getting high watching time fly
To Live & Die in LA
Chorus: (2 times)
To Live & Die in LA
It's the place to be
.....Tupac: Let my angel sing (first time only)
.....Tupac: To Live & Die in La after (second time only)
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see
This go out for 92.3, 106
All the radio stations that be bumping my shit
Makin’ my shit sell catrouple catrople platinum
This go out to all the magazines that support a nigga
All the real mothafuckas
All the stores, the mom an’ pa’ spots, A&R people
LA, California Love part mothafucker too
To Live & Die in LA
To Live & Die in LA
© 1996 Lyrics Christopher Reid
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