[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