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2pac - to live & die in l.a (feat. val young) lyrics

what do you feel when you hear a record like tupac’s new one? right, but don’t you feel like that creates a tension between east and west? he’s talking about killing people i had s-x 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 la
california — what you say about los angeles
still the only place for me that never rains in the sun and everybody got love

to live and die in la, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
us n-gg-s hustle for the cash so it’s hard to knock it
everybody got they own thang, currency chasing
worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
shed tears as we bury n-gg-s close to heart
what was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted about it
n-gg- got smoked by a fiend, trying to floss on him
blind to a broken man’s dream, a hard lesson
court cases keep me guessing, plea bargain ain’t an option now,
so i’m stressing, cost me more to be free than a life in the pen
making money off of cuss words, writing again
learn how to think ahead, so i fight with my pen
late night down sunset liking the scene
what’s the worst they could do to a n-gg- got me lost in h-ll
to live and die in la on bail, my angel sing

to live and die in la, 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 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 n-gg-s getting three strikes, tossed in jail
i swear the pen the right across from h-ll, i can’t cry
’cause it’s on now, i’m just a n-gg- on his own now
living life thug style, so i can’t smile
writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
thinking cali just fun and b-tches, ha ha ha
better learn about the dress code, b’s and c’s
all them other n-gg-s copycats, these is g’s
i love cali like i love woman
’cause every n-gg- in la 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 la
(let my angel sing)

’cause would it be la without mexicans?
black love brown pride and the sets again
pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i’m on some bullsh-t
out for everything they owe, remember k-day
weekends, crenshaw — mlk
automatics rang free, n-gg-s lost they way
gang signs being showed, n-gg- love your hood
but recognize and it’s all good, where the weed at?
n-gg-s getting shermed out
snoop dogg in this motherf-cker perved out, m.o.b.
big suge in the low-low, bounce and turn
dogg pound in the lex, with a ounce to burn
got them watts n-gg-s 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, hoping it pay
getting high watching time fly, to live and die in la
(let my angel sing)

this go out for 92.3, and 106
all the radio stations that be b-mping my sh-t
making my sh-t sells katruple quitraple platinum, he he
this go out to all the magazines that supported me
all the real motherf-ckers
all the stores, the mom and pop spots
a&r people, all you all motherf-ckers
la, california love part motherf-cking two
without gay -ss dre

- 2pac lyrics

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