(feat. Val Young)    [Dominique] Street Science, you're on the air [static]  What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? [static]  [Man responds] I love Tupac's new record [static]  [Dominique]  Right, but don't you feel like that creates [static]  a tension between East and West? [static]  He's talking about killing people [static]  I had sex with your wife and not in those words [static]  but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased [static]    [Intro: Makaveli]    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    [Verse One: Makaveli]    To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets  Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knok it  Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin  Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces  Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart  What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it  Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin 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  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    [Chorus: Val Young]    To live and die in LA, it's the place to be  You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see  [repeat 2X]    [Verse Two: Makaveli]    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  Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe  So many niggaz gettin 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 nigga on his own now  Livin life Thug style, so I can't smile  Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures  Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha  Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's  All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's  I love Cali like I love woman  Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him  We might fight with each other, but I promise you this  We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed  To live and die in LA  (Let my angel sing)    [Chorus]    [Verse Three: Makaveli]    Cause would it be LA without Mexicans?  Black love brown pride and the sets again  Pete Wilson tryin to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit  Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY  Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK  Automatics rang free, niggaz lost they way  Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood  But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at?  Niggaz gettin shermed out  Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B.  Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn  Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn  Got them Watts niggaz with me, OFTB  They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me  Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too  Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you  I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin it pay  Gettin high watchin time fly, to live and die in LA  (Let my angel sing)    [Chorus]    [Outro: Makaveli]    This go out for 92.3, and 106  All the radio stations that be bumpin my shit  Makin my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe  This go out to all the magazines that supported me  All the real motherfuckers  All the stores, the mom and pop spots  A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers  LA, California Love part motherfuckin Two  Without gay ass Dre