[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 n****z 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 n****z close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it
N**** 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 n**** 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 n****z 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 n**** 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 b****es, hahaha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other n****z copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love woman
Cause every n**** 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 b**** 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 tryin to see us all broke, I'm on some bulls**t
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK
Automatics rang free, n****z lost they way
Gang signs being showed, n**** love your hood
But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at?
N****z gettin shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this muhf**ka 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 n****z 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 s**t
Makin my s**t sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real motherf**kers
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all motherf**kers
LA, California Love part motherf**kin Two
Without gay a** Dre |
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