To Live and Die In L.A.

[Intro]

“Street Science, you’re on the air. What do you feel when you hear a record like 2Pac’s new one?”

“I love 2Pac’s new record.”

“Right, but don’t you feel like that creates uh tension between East and West? I mean, 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’…"

[Intro: 2Pac]

I love L.A

No Doubt

To live and die in L.A. (California)

No matter what you say about Los Angeles

It's still the only place for me

It never rains in Southern California

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

To live and die in L.A

Where everyday we try to fatten our pockets

Us niggas hustle for the cash, so it's hard to knock it

Everybody got they own thing, currency chasin'

Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces

Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart

What was a friend, now a ghost in the dark

Cold part about 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 sin

What's the worst they can do to a nigga?

Got me lost in Hell, to live and die in L.A. on bail

[Chorus: Val Young & 2Pac]

My angels sing

To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be

And the 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

Where everybody wanna see

[Verse 2: 2Pac]

It's the city of angels and constant danger

South Central L.A. can't get no stranger

Full of drama like a soap opera

On the curb watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters

I observe so many niggas gettin' three strikes, tossed in jail

I swear the pen' 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

Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures

Thinkin' Cali just fun and bitches

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 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

[Chorus: Val Young & 2Pac]

To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be

Let my angels sing

You've got to be there to know it

Where everybody wanna see

And my angels go

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

Where everybody wanna see

[Verse 3: 2Pac]

It wouldn't be L.A. without Mexicans

Black love, Brown Pride in the sets again

Pete Wilson tryin' to see us all broke

I'm on some bullshit out for everything they owe

Remember KDAY? Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK?

Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way

Gang signs being shown, nigga, love yo' hood

But recognize and it's all good

Where the weed at? Niggas gettin' shermed out

Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker permed 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.T.B

They got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me

Neckbone, Tre, Heron, Buntry 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 L.A

[Chorus: Val Young & 2Pac]

To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be

Let my angels sing

You've got to be there to know it

Where everybody wanna see

And my angels go

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

Where everybody wanna see

Let my angels sing

[Outro: 2Pac]

This go out for 92.3, 106

All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit

Makin' my shit sells quatruple quatraple platinum

(To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)

This go out to all the magazines that support a nigga

All the real motherfuckers

(To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)

All the stores, the mom and pop spots

A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers

(To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)

L.A

California Love, part motherfuckin' two

Without gay ass Dre

(To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)

Makaveli the Don, Death Row is finest, you lose