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INTRO:

Dominique: What do you feel when you hear a
record like Tupac's new one?

Man: I love Tupac's new record

Dominique: Right, but don't you feel like that
creates tension between East and West?

Dominique: 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.

Makaveli:

No doubt

To live and die in LA

California - Don't care what you say about Los
Angeles

Still the only place for me it never rains

To Live and Die in LA

Where everyday we try a fatten' our pockets

Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to
knock it

Everybody got their own thang currency chasin'

World wide through the hard times worrying faces

Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart

What was a friend now a ghost in the dark

Cold hearted bout it, nigga got smoked by a fiend

Tryin to floss on em'

Blind to a broken man's dream

A hard lesson--court cases--keep em guessin'

Plea bargain ain't an option now--so I'm
stressin'

Cost me more to be free than a life in the Penn

Making money off of cuss words--writin' again

Learn how to think ahead--so I fight with my pen

Late night down sunset like in a sin

What's the worst they could do to a nigga

Get me lost in hell--To Live and Die in LA

On bail--my angels sing...

Chorus:

To Live and Die in LA, it's the place to be

You've got to be there to know it

Where everybody wanna see

To Live and Die in LA, it's the place to be

You've got to be there to know it

Everybody wanna see

It's the cities 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 niggaz

Gettin 3 strikes--tossed in jail

Swear the Penn's right across from hell

I can't cry--cause it's home now

I'm just a nigga 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 bitches

(hahaha)

Better learn about the dress code

B's and C's--all them other niggaz copycats

These is G's

I love Cali like I love woman

Cause every nigga in LA

Got a little bit of thug in em'

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

~Chorus~

It wouldn't be LA with out Mexicans

Black love, Brown pride

and the sets again--Pete Wilson

Tryin to see us all broke

I'm on some bullshit

Out for everything they owe

Remember K day

Weekends--Crenshaw--MLK

Automatics rang free niggaz lost they way

Gang signs bein shown

Nigga love your hood

But recognize and it's all good

Where the weed at--niggaz gettin shermed out

Snoop Dogg in this muthafucka burned out

M-O-B

Big Suge in the lo lo

Bounce and turn

Dogg Pound in the Lex

With an ounce to burn

Got them Watts niggaz with me OFCP

They got some hash

Took a stash

Left the rest for me

Neckbone--Dre, Heron, Bungy too

Big Rock got knocked

But this one's for you

I hit the studio and drop a jewel

Hoping it pay

Gettin high--watchin time fly

To Live and Die in LA

~Chorus~

Makaveli:

This goes out for 92.3, 106--all the radio
stations

That be bumping my shit

Makin my shit sales Quadruple, Quadrople,
platinum

This goes out to all the magazines

That support a nigga

All the real mufuckas

All the stores, the mom & pop spots

A&R people, all yawl mufuckas

LA--California love

Part mufuckin 2 without gay ass Dre