[intro: G Perico]
G Perico
So Way Out
Shit don’t stop, bih
Aye
(What Up Uce)

[Verse 1: G Perico]
I’m breaking hearts when I come around
Remember way back in the day we use to fuck around
Now I know nothing, used to stay in trouble
Kind of resemble your n***a, but make way more money
Got the ghetto talking about our odds, G you made it
But why you hanging in the hood and you still going crazy
I’m an uncut G, I ain’t no rapper
If you want a verse n***a come to my hood so I can snap ya
It's all good n***a, don't be scurred
You might turn the wrong corner where n***as at war
We getting paid over here
Haters get sprayed over here
We only bang with the real
Putting million-dollar plays into action
A hundred million different ways I've been lasting
Well respected, South Central connected
Keep it crippin'
N***as come through, we double back on a mission
Right on
[Chorus: G Perico & Jay 305 & background vocals]
How to survive in South Central
Thought he was your homie
But he plotting to kill you
How to survive in LA
Keep a 45 and a K
And they hollerin' out
Eastside n***a, westside n***a
Eastside n***a, westside n***a (Yeah, uh)
Eastside n***a, westside n***a (Uh, uh, westside South Central tho)
Eastside n***a, westside n***a (Uh)

[Verse 2: Jay 305]
In my city I'm a factor (Jay 305)
South Central where I'm at, Michael Jackson (Fo' real tho)
In the same place, ooh they be shooting
92 I was here when they was looting (Riots n***a)
My momma sent me to the store with some food stamps (Hmmm)
I was embarrassed
So I stole the food and brought it right back
That's the day I was like, "fuck it n***a"
I'm finna sell crack
Cause a n***a ain't finna go hungry
Man, this shit ain't funny (Ain't funny, n***a)
And I ain't finna look bummy
So I'm taking penitentiary chances when I need money (Was happening?)
Didn't want to gang bang so the homies was on me (Haha)
Took the fades by myself (Bop bop bow)
Cause my n***a I'm solid
Won't change, won't switch
On my momma, I promise (Momma)
Didn't snitch, didn't bitch
On Trevor, I was solid (I was solid, rest in peace Trev)
LAPD the biggest gang (Uh)
Mexicans, Bloods, and Crips ain't the only ones that gang bang (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: G Perico & T.F. & background vocals]
How to survive in South Central
Thought he was your homie
But he plotting to kill you
How to survive in LA
Keep a 45 and a K
And they hollerin' out
Eastside n***a, westside n***a
Eastside n***a, westside n***a
Eastside n***a, westside n***a (Okay)
Eastside n***a, westside n***a (Okay)

[Verse 3: T.F.]
Uh, uh, fuck the team and the enemies (Killa)
That's how you gon' survive in these city streets
Yeah, I got the juice
That's a lemon squeeze (Brraaaa)
Bitch, I'm sick
Hennessy the remedy
Eastside n***a on my westside bunk tho
20 gauge Mossberg, pistol grip pump, ho
Sit up in the front row
And get a tour of Los Angeles
Everything scandalous
Get kilt by your mans and 'em
South Central, ain't it ugly like Sam Cassell
N***as in the kitchen whipping mass appeal
[?] for the loc, get a half for 12, uh