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2pac – to live and die in l.a. lyrics

[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 tension between east and west? i mean, he’s talking about k!lling people, ‘i had s-x with your wife’ — and not in those words. but he’s talking about, ‘i wanna see you deceased’…”

[intro: 2pac]
no doubt
to live and die in l.a., california
what you say about los angeles?
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 n-ggas 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 n-ggas close to heart
who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
cold-hearted ’bout it, n-gga 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 can do to a n-gga?
got me lost in h-ll, to live and die in l.a. on bail

[chorus: val young & 2pac]
my angel 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
when 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
when 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 n-ggas gettin’ three strikes, tossed in jail
i swear, the pen right across from h-ll
i can’t cry, ‘cause it’s on now
i’m just a n-gga 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 b-tches
better learn about the dress code, b’s and c’s
all them other n-ggas copycats, these is g’s
i love cali like i love women
‘cause every n-gga in l.a. got a little bit of thug in him
we might fight amongst each other
but i promise you this: we’ll burn this b-tch down
get us p-ssed, 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
when 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
when everybody wanna see

[verse 3: 2pac]
it wouldn’t 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 bullsh-t out for everything they owe
remember kday? weekends, crenshaw, mlk?
automatics rang free, n-ggas lost they way
gang signs being shown, n-gga, love your hood
but recognize and it’s all good
where the weed at? n-ggas gettin’ shermed out
snoop dogg in this mothaf-cka 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 n-ggas with me, o.f.t.b
they got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me
neckbone, tray, 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 angel sing
you’ve got to be there to know it
when 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
when everybody wanna see
let my angel sing

[outro: 2pac]
this go out for 92.3 and 106
all the radio stations that be bumpin’ my sh-t
makin’ my sh-t sells quatruple quitraple platinum
(to live and die in l.a., mhmmm)
this go out to all the magazines that support a n-gga
all the real motherf-ckers
(to live and die in l.a., mhmmm)
all the stores, the mom and pop spots
a&r people, all y’all mothaf-ckers
(to live and die in l.a., mhmmm)
l.a., “california love” part mothaf-ckin’ two
without g-y -ss dre
(to live and die in l.a., mhmmm)
(to live and die in l.a., mhmmm)

- 2pac lyrics

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