Music video by 2Pac performing To Live And Die In L.A. HD 4K Remastered

Lyrics:
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us sistas hustle for the cash so it’s hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin’ Worldwide through the hard times, worrying
faces Shed tears as we bury brothas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark, Cold hearted bout it brotha got smoked by a
fiend Trying to 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
Making money off of cuss words, writing again Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with
my pen Late night down Sunset liking the scene
What’s the worst they could do to a sista?
Got me lost in hell To live and die in LA on bail
(My angel sing) To live and die in L.A.
It’s the place to be You’ve got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A 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 Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many brothas getting three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell I can’t cry ’cause it’s on now,
I’m just a sista on her own now, living life thug style
So I can’t smile, writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinking Cali just fun and brothas Better learn about the dress code, B’s and
C’s All them other brothas copycats, these is G’s
I love Cali like I love men ‘Cause every brotha 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 roof down, get us mad
(To live and die in LA) to live and die in L.A.
It’s the place to be (Let my angel sing) You’ve got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A.
It’s the place to be You’ve got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see yeah
‘Cause would it be LA without Mexicans?
It’s black love brown pride and the sets again Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke, I’m
on some madness Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK Automatics rang free, brothas lost they way
Gang signs being showed, brotha love your hood But recognize and it’s all good

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