To Live And Die In La Lyrics - 2pac- Greatest Hits - 2pac

Street Science, you're on the air, "Static" 

What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? Static 

I love Tupac's new record, "Static" 

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" 

No doubt, to live and die in L.A. 

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 L.A., where everyday we try to fatten our pockets 

Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it 

Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin' 

Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces 

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Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart 

What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted 'bout it 

Nigga 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 nigga got me lost in hell 

To live and die in L.A. on bail, 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, what everybody wanna see 

To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be 

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You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see 

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 

Watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe 

So many niggaz 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 nigga 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 bitches, hahaha 

Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's 

All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's 

I love Cali like I love woman 

'Cause every nigga in L.A. got a little bit of Thug in him 

We might fight with each other, but I promise you this 

We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed to live and die in L.A. 

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, what everybody wanna see 

To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be 

You've got to be there to know it, what everbody wanna see 

'Cause would it be L.A. 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, niggaz lost they way 

Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood 

But recognize and it's all good, where the weed at? 

Niggaz gettin' shermed out 

Snoop Dogg in this muthafucka 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 niggaz with me, OFTB 

They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me 

Neck bone, 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 L.A. 

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, what everybody wanna see 

To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be 

You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see 

This go out for 92.3 and 106 

All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit 

Makin' my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe 

This go out to all the magazines that supported me 

All the real motherfuckers 

All the stores, the mom and pop spots 

A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers 

L.A., California Love part motherfuckin' two 

Without gay ass Dre