[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