Artist: 2Pac (Makaveli) f/ Val Young Album: To Live & Die In L.A. 12" Song: To Live & Die In L.A. (Radio Version) Typed by: chaloveli@gmail.com (Intro: Tupac) Somebody need to do a song for L.A. Straight up this go out to California This go out to L.A. The new anthem California love part two One time To live and die in L.A. Westside Westside Westside Verse One: To live and die in L.A. Where everybody tryna to fatten they pockets So many hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it Everybody got they own thang Currency chasin' Worldwide through the hard times Worryin' faces Shed tears as we bury brothers close to heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark Hard part bout it Brother got smoked by a fiend Tryin' to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream A hard lesson Court cases keep em' guessin' Plea bargin' 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 player Got me lost in hell To live and die in L.A. on bail My people say (Chorus x2 : Val Young) To live and die in L.A. It's the place to be (To live and die in L.A.) You've got to be there to know it What everybody wanna see (To live and die in L.A.) Verse Two: 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 Watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters Observe So many homies gettin' three strikes Tossed in jail I swear the pen the right across from hell I can't cry Cause It's home now I'm just a player on his own now Livin' life Thug style So I can't smile Writin' to my love ones sendin' em' pictures Thinkin' Cali just sun and switches Hahaha Better learn about the dress code B's and C's All them other suckers copycats These is G's I love Cali like I love woman Cause every brother in L.A got a little bit of thug in him We might fight with each other But I promise you this We'll tear the roof off get us blitzed To live and die in L.A. Chorus x2 Verse Three: It wouldn't be L.A. without Mexicans Black love brown pride and the sets again Pete Wilson tryin' to see us all broke I'm on some madness Out for everything they owe Remember K-DAY Weekends, Crenshaw MLK Automatics rang free Guess we lost they way Gang signs being shown Brother love your hood But reconize and it's all good Where my G's at Brothers gettin shermed out Snoop Dogg in the Double R permed out M.O.B Big Suge got the Low-Low bounce and turn Dogg Pound in the Lex Mo' amounts to earn I got some Watts players with me O.F.T.B They brought some food but i'm cool left the rest for me I got Neckbone, Head Ron, Punchy too Big Rock plus Trey But this one's for you I hit the studio, drop a jewel Hopin' it pay Live my life watchin' time fly To live and die in L.A. (Chorus repeated till the end) (Tupac talking) I send this one out for 92.3, and 106 All the radio stations across the country that be bumpin' So we go katruple quitraple and 5 times platinum All the fans that bought my album All the true ones The East Coast, The West The North and South One love California Love part Two Without gay Dre Hahaha What side West side Makaveli the don Death Row's finest