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