Mr. Criminal - 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** The World Was My Attitude, I Joined A Gang Crooked Cops Want To Send My Ass To Pelican Bay These f**en b**hes 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** 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**ing Brains Out The Back Of Your Head Strap Back With The Ruger Frontline'n & sh** 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** 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**en ?? 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