[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