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lirik lagu 2 pac – to live and die in la


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 s-x 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 – 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 to fatten our pockets
us n-gg-z hustle for the cash so it’s hard to knock it
everybody got they own thang currency chasin’
world wide through the hard times warrior faces
shed tears as we bury n-gg-z close to heart
what was a friend now a ghost in the dark
cold hearted bout it, n-gg- 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 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–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 n-gg-
get me lost in h-ll–to live and die in la
on bail–my angel sing…
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 n-gg-z
gettin 3 strikes–tossed in jail
swear the penn’s right across from h-ll
i can’t cry–cause it’s home now
i’m just a n-gg- 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-tches
better learn about the dress code
b’s and c’s–all them other n-gg-z copycats
these is g’s
i love cali like i love woman
cause every n-gg- in la
got a little bit of thug in em’
we might fight among each other
but i promise you this
we’ll burn this b-tch down–get us p-ssed
to live and die in la
cause would it 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 bullsh-t
out for everything they owe
remember k day
automatics rang free n-gg-z lost they way
gang signs being showed
n-gg- love your hood
but recognize and it’s all good
where the weed at–n-gg-z gettin shermed out
snoop dogg in this m-th-f-cka burned out
big suge in the low low
bounce and turn
dogg pound in the lex
with an ounce to burn
got them watts n-gg-z with me oftb
they got some hash
took a stash
left the rest for me
neckbone–dre, heron, punchy 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
this goes out for 92.3, 106–all the radio stations
that be b-mping my sh-t
makin my sh-t sells quadruple, quadrople, platinum
this goes out to all the magazines
that support a n-gg-
all the real mothaf-ckas
all the stores, the mom & pop spots
a&r people, all ya’ll muf-ckas
la–california love
part mothaf-ckin 2 without gay -ss dre