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To Live and Die In L.A.

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"To Live and Die In L.A.." - 2Pac

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 09:59 am

Album: Greatest Hits

Track No: 12

Street Science, you're on the air
What do you feel when you hear a record like 2Pac's new one?
I love 2Pac's new record
Right, but don't you feel like that creates, uh, 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)
But he's talking about, "I wanna see you deceased"
I love LA
No doubt, to live and die in LA
What you say about Los Angeles? (California)
Still the only place for me
It never rains in Southern California
To live and die in LA, where everyday, we try to fatten our pockets
Us **** hustle for the cash, so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thing, currency chasin'
Worldwide through the hard times, worryin' faces
Shed tears as we bury **** close to heart
What was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold hearted 'bout it, **** got smoked by a fiend
Tryna 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 ****?
Got me lost in Hell, to live and die in LA on bail
My angel sing
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
And the angels go
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
To live and die in LA
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
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 **** gettin' three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen' right across from Hell, I can't cry
'Cause it's home now, I'm just a **** 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
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other **** copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love women
'Cause every **** 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 LA, it's the place to be
Let my angel sing
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
And my angels go
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
To live and die in LA
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
It wouldn't be LA without Mexicans
Black love, brown pride in the sets again
Pete Wilson tryna see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit
Out for everything they owe, remember KDay?
Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK
Automatics rang free, **** lost they way
Gang signs being shown, ****, love your hood
But recognize and it's all good
Where the weed at? **** getting shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker burned out
MOB, Big Suge in the low-low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex with a ounce to burn
Got them Watts **** with me, O.F.T.B.
They got some hash, took a stash, left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tray, Heron, Buntry, 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
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
Let my angel sing
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
And my angel go
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
To live and die in LA
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
Let my angel sing
This go out for 92.3 and 106
All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit
Makin' my shit sells quadruple, quatraple platinum
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real motherfuckers
All the stores the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers
LA, California Love part motherfuckin' two
Without gay ass Dre
To live and die in LA, ooh
To live and die in LA

Writer(s): Val Young & Quincy Jones III.

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