Lyrics:

Intro:

(Dominique) Street Science. You're on the air.
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one?

(Man) I love Tupac's new record

(Dominique) right, but don't you feel like that creates
ugh 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.

(Tupac)
I looovve L-A

No doubt
To Live and Die in LA
California--whatcha saying about Los Angeles
still the only place for me.

To Live and Die in LA
when everyday we try a fatten' our pockets
Us niggas' hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got their own thang currency chasin'
World wide thru the hard times worrying faces
Shed tears as we bury niggas' close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark
Cold hearted--my nigga got smoked by a fiend
Trying to floss on em'
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 stessin'
Cost me more to be free than a life in the Penn
making money off of cuss words--writing again
Learn how to think ahead--so I fight with my pen
late night down Sunset like in a 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 angels sing...

Chorus:

To live and Die in La, it's the place to be
you've got to be there to know it
where 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 hellicopters
I observe--so many niggas'
getting 3 strikes--tossed in jail
so where's the Penn--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's just mine and bitches
[haha]
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 woman
cause every nigga in LA
gotta little bit of thug in em'

We might fight with each other
but I promise you this
we will burn this shit down--get us pissed
To Live and Die in LA

Chorus:

To Live and Die in LA, it's the place to be
[(Tupac) Let my angel sing]
you've got to be there to know it
where everybody wanna see

What would be LA with out Mexicans
Black love--Brown pride
in the set's again--Pete Wilson
trying to see us all broke amongst some old s**t
out for everything they owe
remember K day
weekends--Crenshaw--MLK
automatics rang free cause
niggas' lost their way
gang signs being shown
nigga love your hood
but recognize when it's all good
where the weed at--niggas getting shermed out
Snoop Dogg and his homie's burned out
M-O-B
Big Suge in the lo lo
bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex
with an ounce to burn
got them watts niggas with me O-F-T-B
they got some hash
took a stash
left the rest for me
Neckbone--Dreray--Ron too
Big Rock got knocked
but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel
hopin it pay
getting high--watching time fly
To Live and Die in LA

Chorus

(Tupac)

This goes out for 92.3-106-all the radio stations
that be bumping my shit
makin my shit sound qutripol qutripal platinum
This goes out to all the magazines
that supported a nigga
all the real mother fuckers
all the stores the mom and pops spots
all the people
all the real mu'fuckas
all the stores-LA
California Love, part motha fuckin Two,
without gay ass Dre.