To Live And Die In L.A. (Feat. Val Young)

“Street Science, you’re on the air. What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac’s new one?”“

“I love Tupac’s new record”“

“Right, but don’t you feel like that creates - ahh- tension between East and West?

I mean, he’s talking about killing people, ‘I had *** with your wife’ - and not in those words.

But he’s talking about, ‘I wanna see you deceased’…”

To live and die in L.A., where everyday we try to fatten our pockets

Us ****** 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 ****** close to heart

Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark

Cold hearted bout it, ***** 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 *****?

Got me lost in hell

To live and die in L.A. on bail

To Live and Die in L.A., it’s the place to be.

You’ve got to be there to know it, 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, 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

Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe

So many ****** 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 ***** 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 *****es

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

All them other ****** copycats, these is G’s

I love Cali like I love women

Cause every ***** 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 ***** down, get us pissed

To live and die in LA

To Live and Die in L.A., it’s the place to be.

You’ve got to be there to know it, 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, everybody wanna see.

Cause would it 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 ******** out for everything they owe

Remember K-day?

Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK?

Automatics rang free, ****** lost they way

Gang signs being shown, *****, love your hood!

But recognize and it’s all good

Where the **** at?

****** gettin’ shurrmed out

Snoop Dogg in this mutha****a permed out

Dogg Pound in the Lex with a ounce to burn

Got them Watts ****** 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 jewel, hoping it pay

Getting high, watching time fly: to live and die in LA

To Live and Die in L.A., it’s the place to be.

You’ve got to be there to know it, 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, everybody wanna see.

This go out for 92.3, and 106

All the radio stations that be bumping my ****

Making my **** sells katruple quitraple platinum

This go out to all the magazines that a *****

All the real ************s

All the stores, the mom and pop spots

A&R people, all y’all ************s

L.A., California Love part **********ing two

Without gay ass Dre