| [00.29.995][Verse 1: 2Pac Makaveli] |
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Got them Watts niggas with me, O.F.T.B |
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All the stores, the mom and pop spots |
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L.A., California Love part mother****ing two |
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“Street Science, you’re on the air. What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac’s new one?” |
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“I love Tupac’s new record” |
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“Right, but don’t you feel like that creates — ahh— tension between East and West? I mean, 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’…” |
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To live and die in L.A., where everyday we try to fatten our pockets |
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Us niggas hustle for the cash so it’s hard to knock it |
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Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin’ |
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Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces |
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Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart |
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Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark |
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Cold hearted bout it, nigga got smoked by a fiend |
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Trying to floss on him blind to a broken man’s dream |
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A hard lesson Court cases keep me guessin’ |
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Plea bargain ain’t an option now, so I’m stressin’ |
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Cost me more to be free than a life in the pen |
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Making money off of cuss words, writing again |
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Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen |
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Late night down sunset liking the scene |
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What’s the worst they could do to a nigga? |
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Got me lost in hell |
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To live and die in L.A. on bail |
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My angel sing |
| [01:14.995][Hook: Val Young] |
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To Live and Die in L.A., it’s the place to be. |
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You’ve got to be there to know it, everybody wanna see. |
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To Live and Die in L.A., it’s the place to be. |
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You’ve got to be there to know it, everybody wanna see. |
| [01:36.995][Verse 2: 2Pac] |
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It’s the City of Angels and constant danger |
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South Central L.A., can’t get no stranger |
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Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb |
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Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe |
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So many niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail |
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I swear the pen right across from hell |
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I can’t cry cause it’s on now |
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I’m just a nigga on his own now |
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Living life thug style |
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So I can’t smile |
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Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures |
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Thinking Cali just fun and bitches |
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Better learn about the dress code, B’s and C’s |
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All them other niggas copycats, these is G’s |
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I love Cali like I love women |
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Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of thug in him |
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We might fight amongst each other… but I promise you this: |
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We’ll burn this bitch down, get us pissed |
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To live and die in LA (To Live and Die in L.A., it’s the place to be.) |
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(Let my angel sing) You’ve got to be there to know it, everybody wanna see. |
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To Live and Die in L.A., it’s the place to be. |
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(To live and die in LA) You’ve got to be there to know it, everybody wanna see. |
| [02:41.995][Verse 3: 2Pac] |
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Cause would it be L.A. without Mexicans? |
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Black love, brown pride and the sets again |
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Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke |
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I’m on some bullshit out for everything they owe |
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Remember K-day? |
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Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK? |
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Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way |
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Gang signs being shown, nigga, love your hood! |
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But recognize and it’s all good |
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Where the weed at? |
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Niggas gettin’ shurrmed out |
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Snoop Dogg in this mutha****a permed out |
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M.O.B, Big Suge in the Lo-Lo, bounce and turn |
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Dogg Pound in the Lex with a ounce to burn |
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They got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me |
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Neckbone, Tre, Herron, Big Buntry too |
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Big Rock got knocked, but this one’s for you |
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I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hoping it pay |
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Getting high, watching time fly: to live and die in LA |
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To Live and Die in L.A., it’s the place to be. |
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You’ve got to be there to know it, everybody wanna see. |
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To Live and Die in L.A., it’s the place to be. |
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You’ve got to be there to know it, everybody wanna see. |
| [03:55.995][Outro: 2Pac] |
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This go out for 92.3, and 106 |
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All the radio stations that be bumping my shit |
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Making my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum |
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This go out to all the magazines that a nigga |
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All the real mother****ers |
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A&R people, all y’all mother****ers |
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Without gay ass Dre |
