2Pac ft. Val Young Live and Die in L.A. Lyrics
            [Dominique] Street Science, you're on the air [static]
            What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? [static]
            [Man responds] I love Tupac's new record [static]
            [Dominique]
            Right, but don't you feel like that creates [static]
            a tension between East and West? [static]
            He's talking about killing people [static]
            I had s__ with your wife and not in those words [static]
            but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased [static]
        
            [Intro: 2Pac]
        
            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
        
            [Verse One: 2Pac]
        
            To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
            Us n____z hustle for the cash so it's hard to knok it
            Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin
            Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces
            Shed tears as we bury n____z close to heart
            What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it
            n____ 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 n____ got me lost in hell
            To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing
        
            [Chorus: Val Young]
        
            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
            [repeat 2X]
        
            [Verse Two: 2Pac]
        
            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
            Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
            So many n____z 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 n____ 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 b____es, hahaha
            Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
            All them other n____z copycats, these is G's
            I love Cali like I love woman
            Cause every n____ in LA got a little bit of Thug in him
            We might fight with each other, but I promise you this
            We'll burn this b____ down, get us p___ed
            To live and die in LA
            (Let my angel sing)
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Verse Three: 2Pac]
        
            Cause would it be LA 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, n____z lost they way
            Gang signs being showed, n____ love your hood
            But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at?
            n____z gettin shermed 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 n____z 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 and die in LA
            (Let my angel sing)
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Outro: 2Pac]
        
            This go out for 92.3, and 106
            All the radio stations that be b__pin my s___
            Makin my s___ sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe
            This go out to all the magazines that supported me
            All the real m_________ers
            All the stores, the mom and pop spots
            A&R people, all y'all m_________ers
            LA, California Love part m_________in Two
            Without gay a__ Dre
        
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