[Intro]
“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 — ahh— tension between East and West? I mean, he’s talking about killing people, ‘I had  with your wife’ — and not in those words. But he’s talking about, ‘I wanna see you deceased’

[Verse 1 - 2Pac Makaveli]
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin'
Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it [bad word] got smoked by a fiend trying 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
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 [bad word]  Got me lost in [bad word] To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing

[Hook - Val Young]
To Live and Die in L.A., it's the place to be. You've got to be there to know it, everybody wanna see. (Repeat)

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
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 niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen right across from [bad word]  I can't cry
Cause it's on now, I'm just a [bad word] 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 [bad word] Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggas copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love women
Cause every [bad word] 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 [bad word] down, get us [bad word] To live and die in LA
Let my angel sing

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
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 [bad word] Out for everything they owe, remember K-day?
Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK?
Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way
Gang signs being shown, [bad word]  love your hood!
But recognize that it's all good...where the weed at?
Niggas gettin' shurrmed out
Snoop Dogg in this [bad word] permed out, M.O.Big Suge in the Lo-Lo, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex with a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggas with me, O.F.T.They got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Herron, Big Buntry 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

[Outro - 2Pac]
This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumping my [bad word] Making my [bad word] sells [bad word] quitraple platinum
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real [bad word] All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all you all [bad word] LA, California Love part [bad word] Two
Without [bad word] [bad word] Dre