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[Dominique] Street Science, you're on the air What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? I love Tupac'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 want to see you deceased No doubt, to live and die in LACalifornia, what you say about Los AngelesStill the only place for me that never rains in the sunAnd everybody got loveTo live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pocketsUs niggas hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock itEverybody got they own thing, currency chasingWorldwide through the hard times, warrior facesShed tears as we bury niggas close to heartWhat was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout itNigga got smoked by a fiend, trying to floss on himLetras de cancionesBlind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessonCourt cases keep me guessing, plea bargainAin't an option now, so I'm stressin', cost me moreTo be free than a life in the penMaking money off of cuss words, writing againLearn how to think ahead, so I fight with my penLate night down Sunset liking the sceneWhat's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hellTo live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing[Chorus: x2]To live and die in LA, it's the place to beYou've got to be there to know it, what everybody want to seeIt's the, City of Angels and constant dangerSouth Central LA, can't get no strangerFull of drama like a soap opera, on the curbWatching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observeSo many niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jailI 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 nowLiving life Thug style, so I can't smileWriting to my peoples when they ask for picturesThinking Cali just fun and bitches,Better learn about the dress code, be 's and see'sAll them other niggas copycats, these is G'sI love Cali like I love woman'Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in himWe might fight with each other, but I promise you thisWe'll burn this bitch down, get us pissedTo live and die in LA(Let my angel sing)[Chorus]'Cause would it be LA without Mexicans?Black love brown pride and the sets againPete Wilson trying to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshitOut for everything they owe, remember K-DAYWeekends, Crenshaw, M-L-KAutomatics rang free, niggas lost they wayGang signs being showed, nigga love your hoodBut recognize and it's all good, where the weed at?Niggas gettin' shermed outSnoop Dogg in this motherfucker perved out, M.O.B.Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turnDogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burnGot them Watts niggas with me, O-F-T-BThey got some hash took the stash left the rest for meNeck bone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy tooBig Rock got knocked, but this one's for youI hit the studio and drop a jewel, hoping it payGetting high watching time fly, to live and die in LA(Let my angel sing)[Chorus]This go out for 92.3, and 106All the radio stations that be bumping my shitMaking my shit sells quadruple quitraple platinum,This go out to all the magazines that supported meAll the real motherfuckersAll the stores, the mom and pop spotsA&R people, all y'all motherfuckersLA, California Love part motherfucking TwoWithout gay ass Dre
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"To Live & Die in L.A." as written by Tupac Amaru Shakur, Quincy Delight Iii Jones, Val Young
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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