TO LIVE & DIE IN L.A.
[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 niggaz 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 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 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 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 LA 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 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 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 reconize and it s all good
where the weed at? Niggaz gettin shermed out Snoop Dogg in this muh a 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 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 shit Makin my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum
hehe This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real mother ers All the stores
the mom and pop spots A&R people
all y all mother ers LA
California Love part mother in Two Without gay ass Dre
[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 niggaz 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 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 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 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 LA 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 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 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 reconize and it s all good
where the weed at? Niggaz gettin shermed out Snoop Dogg in this muh a 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 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 shit Makin my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum
hehe This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real mother ers All the stores
the mom and pop spots A&R people
all y all mother ers LA
California Love part mother in Two Without gay ass Dre
