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"To Live & Die In L.A."

(feat. Val Young)


[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 niggas hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it

Everybody got they own thang, currency chasing

Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces

Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart

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

Nigga got smoked by a fiend, trying to floss on him

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson

Court cases keep me guessing, plea bargain ain't an option now,

So I'm stressing, 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 nigga 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

Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe

So many niggas getting 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

Living life Thug style, so I can't smile

Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures

Thinking Cali just fun and bitches, ha ha ha

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

All them other niggas copycats, these is G's

I love Cali like I love woman

'cause every nigga 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 bitch 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 trying to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit

Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY

Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK

Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way

Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood

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

Niggas getting shermed out

Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker perved out, M.O.B.

Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn

Dogg Pound in the Lex, with a ounce to burn

Got them Watts niggas 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, hoping it pay

Getting high watching 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 bumping my shit

Making my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, he he

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 you all motherfuckers

LA, California Love part motherfucking Two

Without gay ass Dre