bredz187's video: 2pac music videos Tupac Shakur To Live and Die In LA

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