[Hook]
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...

[Verse 1: Sen Dog]

Only way out is in a bag I figure
You ain't leavin' me, you lil punk ass n***a
Once you down for me, you down for life
We stay hustlin fool, keep the family tight
We run business, snow out witness
[?]
That's why I only love to control it
Love for my hood, and the n***as that I roll with


[Verse 1: B-Real]

I love LA, but it's a jungle
We come from the darkest corners, where all the street kids rumble
Get their hustle on and hold dice in the bundle
Stumble on the red, some can't stay humble
Many catch cases of leather, pressure, they crumble
Will pigs catch 'em, they bound to catch a couple
Streets of hot lead sure enough, will make you tumble
No names attached, they could put you out with one blow
[Hook]
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...

[Verse 2: B-Real]

From eastside to the valley, raw dogs all over LA, here represent Cali
Lowriders and hot women, what you tell me?
We're ballin' out here and the weed is so smelly
Don't slip or you can get drugged through the alley and violated for credit, get stuck in your belly
Cause it's all about survival
Better learn it quick, or you might get wet on arrival


[Verse 2: Sen Dog]

I got ways of dealin' with my own
That's better off not spoken or shown
Hot-head city when I bring the anger
Heat on the street in the form of gangbangers
This side of earth don't forget, chew you up and spit you out like...
Legal bill and it stung like hell
Hunt your ass down to the graveyard [?]

[Hook]
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...

[Verse 3: B-Real]
As a young buck growin' up in the Angel City
Caught a glimpse of life, together, will ya say it with me?
Was an outlaw for so many years, some in tears
Come reminiscin' about the homies who ain't here
Escape the street karma, no matter what deep harm, I could never catch sleep
You know everyday gets much harder
Will set up and get product or set up and get shot up
If you wanna survive, better have the street knowledge
Rappers, actors, gangstas, ballas
Watch stars, cop cars, we pop collars, chop dollars
Better have that shit on lock, you got a fat wallet
So you might have a braveheart like Will Wallace
With a chip on your shoulder, I'm [?] freeze
I'm the coldest n***a in the streets to trigga' with these, assault you, n***a
I know life's cold and bitter when you're all alone and ain't nobody running with ya'

[Hook]
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...