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Chorus x2 |
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Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying |
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Verse 1 Sen Dog |
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Only way out is in a bag I figure |
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You aint even mean(?) you, lil punk ass nigga |
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Once you down for me, you down for life |
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We stay hustlin fool, keep the family tight |
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We run business, snow out witness |
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With evidence(?), don't ever contradict this |
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That's why I only love to control it |
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Love for my hood, and the niggas that I roll with |
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Verse 1 B-Real |
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I love LA, but it's a jungle |
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We come from the darkest corners, where all the street kids rumble |
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Get their hustle on and hold dice in the bundle |
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Stumble on the red, some can't stay humble |
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Many catch cases of leather, pressure, they crumble |
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Will pigs catch em, they bound to catch a couple |
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Streets of hot lead sure enough, will make you tumble |
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No names attached, nigga put you out with one blow |
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Chorus x2 |
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Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying |
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Verse 2 B-Real |
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From estside to the valley, raw dogs all over LA, here represent Cali |
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Lowriders and hot women, what you tell me? |
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We're ballin' out here and the weed is so smelly |
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Don't slip or you can get drugged through the alley and violated for credit, get stock in your belly |
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Cause it's all about survival |
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Better learn it quick, or you might get wet on arrival |
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Verse 2 Sen Dog |
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I got ways of dealin with my own |
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That's better of not spoken or shown |
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Hot-hit city when I bring the anger |
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Heat on the street in the form of gangbangers |
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This side of earth don't forget, chew you up and spit you out like... |
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Legal, villain it's all like hell |
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Hunt your ass down to the graveyard bell |
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Chorus x2 |
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Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying |
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Verse 3 B-Real |
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As a young buck growin' up in the Angels City |
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Caught a glimpse of light together, will ya say it with me? |
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Was an outlaw for so many years, some in tears |
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Come reminiscin about the homies who ain't here |
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Escape the street karma, no matter what deep harm, I could never catch sleep |
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You know everyday gets much harder |
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Will set up and get product or set up and get shot up |
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If you wanna survive, better have the street knowledge |
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Rappers, actors, gangstas, ballas |
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Watch stars, copcars, we pop collars, chop dollars |
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Better have that shit on lock, you got a fat wallet |
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So you might have a braveheart like ??? Wallace |
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With a chip on your shoulder, I'm ?? freeze |
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I'm the coldest nigga in the streets to trigga with these, assault ya nigga |
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I know lifes cold and bitter when you're all alone and aint nobody running with ya |
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Chorus x4 |
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Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying |