(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 ^!$$%z hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasing

Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces
Shed tears as we bury ^!$$%z close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it

^!$$% got smoked by a fiend, trying to floss on him
Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson
Court cases keep me guessing, plea bargain

ain't an option now, so I'm stressing, cost me more
to be free than a life in the pen
Making money off of cuss words, writing again

Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset liking the scene
What's the worst they could do to a ^!$$% 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
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many ^!$$%z getting 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 ^!$$% on his own now
Living life Thug style, so I can't smile

Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinking Cali just fun and (*##$es, hahaha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's

All them other ^!$$%z copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love woman
Cause every ^!$$% in LA got a little bit of Thug in him

We might fight among each other, but I promise you this
We'll burn this (*##$ 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 trying to see us all broke, I'm on some bull%#@!

Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK
Automatics rang free, ^!$$%z lost they way

Gang signs being showed, ^!$$% love your hood
But recognize and it's all good, where the weed at?
^!$$%z getting shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this muh$#&@a 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 ^!$$%z 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, hoping it pay
Getting high watching 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 bumping my %#@!

Making my %#@! sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real mother$#&@ers
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all mother$#&@ers
LA, California Love part mother$#&@ing Two

Without gay $$# Dre