To Live and Die in L A 1985 Movie Free Download 720p BluRay A bold Secret Service operator will remain absolutely determined to cut down the forger who killed his partner.Working to a great extent in instances of duplicating, LA based Secret Service specialist Richie Chance displays heedless conduct which as indicated by his long-lasting and now previous accomplice Jimmy Hart will most likely land him in the funeral home before he’s prepared to resign.
That requirement for the excite shows itself in his own life by his adoration for base bouncing. Professionally, it is exhibited by the way that he is sextorting a parolee named Ruth Lanier, who nourishes him data as an end-result of he not sending her back to jail for some exaggerated parole infringement. With his new accomplice John Vukovich, Chance is more decided than any time in recent memory in view of late conditions to catch known long-lasting forger Ric Masters, who is more than willing to utilize brutality against and kill any individual who crosses him. Bosses is very much aware that the Secret Service is after him. Experts’ operation is fairly apparently in confuse, with Chance having the capacity to catch his donkey, Carl Cody, over the span of moving a portion of the fake cash.
Lyrics
“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
Ah 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 talking 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 L.A.
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, worrying faces
Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark
Cold hearted bout it, nigga 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 nigga, got me lost in hell
To live and die in L.A. 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
Everybody wanna see (to live and die in L.A.)
To live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
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
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen right across from hell
I can't cry 'cause it's on now
I'm just a nigga on his 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 bitches
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggas copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love women
'Cause every nigga 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 L.A.
It's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
Everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be (to live and die in L.A.)
You've got to be there to know it
Everybody wanna see
'Cause would it be L.A. Without Mexicans?
Black love, brown pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke
I'm on some bullshit out for everything they owe
Remember K-day?
Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK?
Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way
Gang signs being shown, nigga, love your hood!
But recognize and it's all good
Where the weed at?
Niggas gettin' shurrmed out
Snoop Dogg in this muthafucka permed out
M.O.B, Big Suge in the Lo-Lo, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex with a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggas with me, O.F.T.B
They got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Herron, Big Buntry too
Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hoping it pay
Getting high, watching time fly, to live and die in LA
To live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be (let my angels sing)
You've got to be there to know it
Everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be (to live and die in L.A.)
You've got to be there to know it
Everybody wanna see
This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumping my shit
Making my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum
This go out to all the magazines that a nigga
All the real motherfuckers
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers
L.A., California Love part motherfucking two
Without gay ass Dre
To live and die in L.A. uh
To live and die in L.A.
