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Singles


Artist: Makaveli
Total songs: 2
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To Live & Die In La Lyrics - Singles - Makaveli

"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 

Ah tension between East and West? 

He's talking about killing people 

'I had sex with your wife' and not in those words 

But he's talking about, 'I wanna see you deceased'" 

 

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 

 

To live and die in L.A. 

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 chasin' 

Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces 

Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart 

Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark 

Cold hearted bout 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 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 nigga, got me lost in hell 

To live and die in L.A. On bail, my angel sing 

 

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.) 

 

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 niggas 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 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 

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 women 

'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 

 

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 (to live and die in L.A.) 

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 bullshit out for everything they owe 

Remember K-day? 

Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK? 

Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way 

Gang signs being shown, nigga, love your hood! 

But recognize and it's all good 

Where the weed at? 

Niggas gettin' shurrmed out 

Snoop Dogg in this muthafucka permed out 

M.O.B, Big Suge in the Lo-Lo, bounce and turn 

Dogg Pound in the Lex with a ounce to burn 

Got them Watts niggas 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 (let my angels sing) 

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 (to live and die in L.A.) 

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 shit 

Making my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum 

This go out to all the magazines that a nigga 

All the real motherfuckers 

All the stores, the mom and pop spots 

A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers 

L.A., California Love part motherfucking two 

Without gay ass Dre 

 

To live and die in L.A. uh 

To live and die in L.A. 

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Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group