Lyrics:

[Dominique] Street Science, you''re on the air *static***lf**What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac''s new one? *static***lf**[Man responds] I love Tupac''s new record *static***lf**[Dominique]**lf**Right, but don''t you feel like that creates *static***lf**a tension between East and West? *static***lf**He''s talking about killing people *static***lf**I had sex with your wife and not in those words *static***lf**but he''s talking about I wanna see you deceased *static***lf****lf**Intro: Makaveli**lf****lf**No doubt... to live and die in LA**lf**California -- what you say about Los Angeles**lf**Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun**lf**and everybody got love**lf****lf**Verse One: Makaveli**lf****lf**To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets**lf**Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it''s hard to knok it**lf**Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin**lf**Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces**lf**Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart**lf**What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it**lf**Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him**lf**Blind to a broken man''s dream, a hard lesson**lf**Court cases keep me guessin, plea bargain**lf**ain''t an option now, so I''m stressin, cost me more**lf**to be free than a life in the pen**lf**Makin money off of cuss words, writin again**lf**Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen**lf**Late night down Sunset likin the scene**lf**What''s the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell**lf**To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing**lf****lf**Chorus: Val Young**lf****lf**To live and die in LA, it''s the place to be**lf**You''ve got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see**lf**(repeat 2X)**lf****lf**Verse Two: Makaveli**lf****lf**It''s the, City of Angels and constant danger**lf**South Central LA, can''t get no stranger**lf**Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb**lf**Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe**lf**So many niggaz gettin three strikes, tossed in jail**lf**I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can''t cry**lf**Cause it''s on now, I''m just a nigga on his own now**lf**Livin life Thug style, so I can''t smile**lf**Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures**lf**Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha**lf**Better learn about the dress code, B''s and C''s**lf**All them other niggaz copycats, these is G''s**lf**I love Cali like I love woman**lf**Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him**lf**We might fight with each other, but I promise you this**lf**We''ll burn this bitch down, get us pissed**lf**To live and die in LA**lf**(Let my angel sing)**lf****lf**Chorus**lf****lf**Verse Three: Makaveli**lf****lf**Cause would it be LA without Mexicans?**lf**Black love brown pride and the sets again**lf**Pete Wilson tryin to see us all broke, I''m on some bullshit**lf**Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY**lf**Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK**lf**Automatics rang free, niggaz lost they way**lf**Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood**lf**But reconize and it''s all good, where the weed at?**lf**Niggaz gettin shermed out**lf**Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B.**lf**Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn**lf**Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn**lf**Got them Watts niggaz with me, OFTB**lf**They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me**lf**Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too**lf**Big Rock got knocked, but this one''s for you**lf**I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin it pay**lf**Gettin high watchin time fly, to live and die in LA**lf**(Let my angel sing)**lf****lf**Chorus**lf****lf**Outro: Makaveli**lf****lf**This go out for 92.3, and 106**lf**All the radio stations that be bumpin my shit**lf**Makin my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe**lf**This go out to all the magazines that supported me**lf**All the real motherfuckers**lf**All the stores, the mom and pop spots**lf**A&R people, all y''all motherfuckers**lf**LA, California Love part motherfuckin Two**lf**Without gay ass Dre