Текст песни
(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)
(Uh, tension between East and West?)
(He's talkin' about killing people)
("I had sex with your wife", and not in those words)
But he's talkin' 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 LA, 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, worryin' faces
Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart
Who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna 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'
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 nigga? Got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail
(My angel sing) to live and die in L.A.
Is the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A (to live and die in L.A)
Is 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 L.A, can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggas gettin' three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen' right across from hell
I can't cry 'cause it's home now