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To Live & Die In L.A.
Lyricist:Quincy D Iii Jones, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Valaria Young
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 a 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 & die in L.A., California What you say about Los Angeles Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun
To live & die in L.A., where everyday we try to fatten our pockets Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock 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 & die in L.A. on bail, my angel sing
To live & die in L.A., it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it What everybody wanna see
To live & die in L.A. To live & die in L.A., it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it What everybody wanna see
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 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 Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I love Cali like I love woman 'Cause every nigga in L.A. 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 & die in L.A.
To live & die in L.A., it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it What everybody wanna see
To live & die in L.A., it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it What everybody wanna see
'Cause would it be L.A. 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 recognize and it's all good, where the weed at?
Niggaz gettin' screamed 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 & die in L.A.
To live & die in L.A., it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it What everybody wanna see
To live & die in L.A., it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it What everybody wanna see
This go out for 92.3 and 106 All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit Makin' my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum This go out to all the magazines that supported to make it All the real motherfuckers, all the stores, the mom and pop spots A and R people, all y'all motherfuckers L.A., California Love part motherfuckin' Two without gay ass Dre
To live & die in L.A. To live & die in L.A.
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