Lyrics To Live & Die In L.A. - 2Pac

Street Science you're on the air
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one?
I love Tupac's new record
Right, but don't you feel like that creates tension between east and west?
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 and die in L.A.

California - don't care what you say about Los Angeles

Still the only place for me it never rains
To live and die in L.A.
Where everyday we try a fatten' our pockets
Us niggas hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it

Everybody got their own thang currency chasin'

World wide through the hard times worrying 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 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 writin' again
Learn how to think ahead so I fight with my pen
Late night down sunset like in a sin
What's the worst they could do to a nigga
Get me lost in hell to live and die in L.A. on bail
My angels sing...

To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be (and my angels go)
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see (to live and die in L.A.)
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be

You've got to be there to know it

Everybody wanna see

It's the cities of angels and constant danger
South central L.A. can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera
On the curb watching the ghetto bird helicopters
I observe so many niggaz
Gettin' three strikes tossed in jail
Swear the penn's right across from hell
I can't cry cause it's home 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 women

Cause every nigga in L.A.
Got a 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 and die in L.A.

To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be (let my angel sing)
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see (to live and die in L.A.)
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be (to live and die in L.A.)
You've got to be there to know it
Everybody wanna see

It wouldn't be L.A. with mexicans
Black love, brown pride
And the sex 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 bein' shown
Nigga love your hood
But recognize and it's all good
Where the weed at niggaz gettin' shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this muthafucka burned out
M-O-B
Big Suge in the lo lo
Bounce and turn
Dogg pound in the lex
With an ounce to burn
Got them watts niggaz with me OFCP
They got some hash
Took a stash
Left the rest for me
Neckbone, Dre, Heron, Bungy too
Big rock got knocked
But this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel
Hoping it pay
Gettin high watchin' time fly
To live and die in L.A.

To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be (let my angel sing)
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be (to live and die in L.A.)
You've got to be there to know it
Everybody wanna see

This goes out for 92.3, 106 all the radio stations
That be bumping my shit
Makin my shit sales quadruple, quadrople, platinum
This goes out to all the magazines
That support a nigga
All the real muthafuckas
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A and R people, all ya'll muthafuckas
L.A. California Love
Part motherfuckin' two without gay ass Dre