เนื้อเพลง To Live & Die In L.A. - 2Pac

[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 sex with your wife and not in those words [static]
but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased [static]

[Intro: Makaveli]

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: Makaveli]

To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us n*ggaz 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*ggaz close to heart
What 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 could do to a n*gga 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: Makaveli]

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*ggaz 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*gga 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*tches, hahaha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other n*ggaz copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love woman
Cause every n*gga 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*tch down, get us pissed
To live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Makaveli]

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 bullsh*t
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK
Automatics rang free, n*ggaz lost they way
Gang signs being showed, n*gga love your hood
But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at?
N*ggaz gettin shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this muhf*cka 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*ggaz 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: Makaveli]

This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumpin my sh*t
Makin my sh*t sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe
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 y'all motherf*ckers
LA, California Love part motherf*ckin Two
Without gay ass Dre