LYRICS
Street Science, you're on the air
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one?
I love Tupac's new record
Right, but don't you feel like that creates
a tension between East and West?
He's talking about killing people
I had sex with your wife and not in those words
No doubt... to live and die in LA
but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased
Intro: Makaveli]
California -- what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun and everybody got love
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us mother****ers hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasing
Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
Shed tears as we bury mother****ers close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted about it
Niggas got smoked by a fiend, trying to floss on hi
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 mother****er? Got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing
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
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
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 mother****ers 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 mother****er 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 b*****s, ha ha ha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other mother****ers copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love woman
'Cause every mother****er in LA got a little bit of Thug in him
We might fight amongst each other, but I promise you this
We'll burn this mother****er down, get us pissed
To live and die in LA
（Let my angel sing）
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
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
'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 **** him
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK
Automatics rang free, mother****ers lost they way
Gang signs being showed, mother****ers love your hood
But recognize and it's all good, where the **** at?
Mother****ers getting shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this mother****er perved out, M.O.B.
Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, with a ounce to burn
Got them Watts mother****ers 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）
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
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
Outro: Makaveli]
This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumping my shit
Making my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, he he
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 you all mother****ers
LA, California Love part mother****ers Two
Without gay ass Dre