QDIII - To Live & 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 — ahh— tension between East and West? I mean, he's talking about k**ing people, ‘I had s** with your wife' — and not in those words. But he's talking about, ‘I wanna see you deceased'..." [Intro: 2Pac] To live and die in L.A., California What you say about Los Angeles Still the only place for me It never rains in the sun [Verse 1: 2Pac Makaveli] To live and die in L.A., where everyday we try to fatten our pockets Us n***as hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin' Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces Shed tears as we bury n***as close to heart Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark Cold-hearted 'bout it, n***a got smoked by a fiend Trying 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' 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***a? Got me lost in hell To live and die in L.A. on bail [Hook: 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 watching the ghetto bird helicopters I observe, so many n***as getting three strikes, tossed in jail I swear the pen' right across from hell I can't cry cause it's on now I'm just a n***a 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**hes Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other n***as copycats, these is G's I love Cali like I love women 'Cause every n***a 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**h down, get us pissed To live and die in L.A [Hook: 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 [Verse 3: 2Pac] It wouldn't be L.A. without Mexicans Black love, brown pride and the sets again Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke I'm on some bullsh** out for everything they owe Remember K-day? Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK? Automatics rang free, n***as lost they way Gang signs being shown, n***a, love your hood! But recognize and it's all good Where the weed at? n***as gettin' shermed out Snoop Dogg in this muthaf**a permed 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***as with me, O.F.T.B They got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me Neckbone, Tre, Herron, Big Buntry too Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you I hit the studio and drop a j**el, hoping it pay Getting high, watching time fly: to live and die in LA [Hook: 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 bumping my sh** Making my sh** sells katruple quitraple platinum (To Live and Die in L.A., Mhmmm) This go out to all the magazines that support a n***a All the real motherf**ers (To Live and Die in L.A., Mhmmm) All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all motherf**ers (To Live and Die in L.A., Mhmmm) L.A., California Love part motherf**ing two Without gay a** Dre (To Live and Die in L.A., Mhmmm)