A Better Way Lyrics

[Verse 1: Stomper]
Growing Up In L.A, Big City Of Dope
The New Side Of The Tracks, I'm Only Tryin' To Cope
So I'm Out Here On The Streets To Escape The Pain
f*ck The World Was My Attitude, I Joined A Gang
Crooked Cops Want To Send My Ass To Pelican Bay
These f*cken Bitches Playing Games Trying To Dirty My Name
Play At Your Own Risk Cause I Play For Keeps
Another Murder In The Streets Of The Big Southeast
Smoking Weed All Day Elevatinin' My Mind
Smoking A Fat Sticky Green I Only f*ck With The Kind
Night Falls In The City I'm Keeping My Strap By My Side
187 On My Enemy Cause I'm Down To Ride
Stacking Chips, Selling My Dope To Get A Hit
Ain't Tryin' To Get Caught Up
Don't Wanna End Up Dead
Like I Said, I'm On A Mission For Bread
I Tend To Get A Lil Scandalous When I'm Low On My Feds
I'm Leaving Em Dead
The Only Time I Like Red
Is When I Blow The f*cking Brains Out The Back Of Your Head
Strap Back With The Ruger Frontline'n & Shit
Jealousy Got Me Heated With My 2 Extra Clip

[Chorus]
Growin Up
In The Streets So Tough
We Got Homies Fightin'
People Dyin', Mothers Cryin'
Don't Know Why
Its Gotta Be This Way
But There's Gotta Be A, Better Way
A Better Way, Better Way, Yeah
[Verse 2: Mr Criminal]
Now I Been Stabbed - Jumped
Caught Slippin' - Blasted At
Waited For The Perfect Time
To Come & I Blasted Back
The Trials & Tribulations
In The Life Of A Criminal
Let Me Take It Through The Steps
Of A Hustlin' Individual
Age 13 - Exposed To The Scene Of Drug Dealin'
Stealing Cars, Smoking Weed
Vandalizing & Cap Peelin'
You Know Its All A ??
In The Life Of A G
What Goes Around It Comes Around Raided By The P.D
Ain't That A Damn Shame
f*ck It Homie
Charge It To The Game
Post Bail By The Morning
To A Fresh Sack Of Dank
I Kiss The Blunt & Touch The Sky
Remeniscin' Bout My Fallen Soldiers
No Longer Alive
Hope We Still Gonna Ride
So You Could Watch Your Homie Shinin'
I'm Still A Lil Knucklehead
And Still Packin' A 9
But Its Legit Now
Enterin' Booths
Delivering A Sick Stack
Fool Think I Owe Em Somethin'
Because I'm Stackin Chips Now
I Worked Hard
To Get Where I'm At
And I Don't Need Your Phony Love
Dog I Got My Own Back
So You Can Take It For What Its Worth
Cause I Ain't Gonna Stop
And Keep Your Eyes On Mr. Criminal
Cause I'm Rising To The Top
[Chorus]
Growin Up
In The Streets So Tough
We Got Homies Fightin'
People Dyin', Mothers Cryin'
Don't Know Why
Its Gotta Be This Way
But There's Gotta Be A, Better Way
A Better Way, Better Way, Yeah

[Verse 3: Stomper]
Lord Help Me Cause I'm Lost
Running Away From These Cops
There Ain't No Future On The Block
And Gang Bangin' Won't Stop
So Grab Your Shotgun Homie
And Be Ready To Bang
And Represent The Southeast
Varrio Pico Nuevo Gang

[Verse 4: Mr Criminal]
?? By My f*cken ??
Straight Cursed
With This Wicked Style Display
On My Anger & My Rage
Since A Juvenile Deliquente
Taking Toques De Cronica To The Mente
Tossing Up My Varrio
While Unloading A Cuete
[Chorus]
Growin Up
In The Streets So Tough
We Got Homies Fightin'
People Dyin', Mothers Cryin'
Don't Know Why
Its Gotta Be This Way
But There's Gotta Be A, Better Way
A Better Way, Better Way, Yeah

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