The Only Way

Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying
 Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying
 Only way out is in a bag I figga
 You and me little punk ass nigga
 Once you down with me you down for life
 Wish they hustlin fo, keep the family tight
 We run buisness snow I witness
 With evidence and contradiction
 That's why I only love to control
 Love for my hood
 I roll with
 I Love L.A., But It's A Jungle,
 We Come From The Darkest Corners,
 Where All The Street Kids Rumble
 Get they hustle on
 And hold die in a bundle, stumble
 And the grandson can't stay humble
 Many catch justice
 And other pressure and crumble
 Will them fuckers they're bound catch a couple
 Streets of hot lead sure enough make you tumble
 No names attached
 Put you out with one blow
 Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying
 Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying
 From east side to the valley
 Raw dogs all over LA
 Here representin' cali
 Low riders and hot women
 What you tell me
 We rollin' out here its so smelly
 Don't slip and you could get dropped through the alley
 And violated for credit and stuck in your belly
 Cuz its all about survival
 Better learn it quick or you might get wet on arrival
 I got ways of dealin' with my own
 A state of smoking for sure
 Hot and heavy when i break a nigga
 Heat on the street in the form of gangbangers
 This side of the earth don't forgive
 Chew you up spit you out like
 Legal bill and stung like hell
 Hunt your ass down to the graveyard hell
 Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying
 Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying
 I said don't fuck growing up in the angel city
 Caught a glimpse of life and say it with me
 I was an outlaw for so many years son
 The tears come
 Reminensing about the homies awaitin' here
 Escape the street karma
 No matter what keep comin'
 Could never much sleep
 You know everything is much harder
 We setup and get shot up
 You wanna survive you better have the street knowledge
 Rappers, actors, gangsters, ballers, watch cars, cop cars
 You have fat wallet so
 You might have a braveheart like clear Wallace
 Trigger with thieves
 When you're all alone and somebody comin' for ya
 Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying
 Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying
 Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying
 Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying