paroles de chanson A Better Way - Mr. Criminal , 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
Fuck The World Was My Attitude, I Joined A Gang
Crooked Cops Want To Send My Ass To Pelican Bay
These Fucken 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 Fuck 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 Fucking Brains Out The Back Of Your Head
Strap Back With The Ruger Frontline'n & Shit
Jealousy Got Me Heated With My 2 Extra Clip

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

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
Fuck 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

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

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

? By My Fucken? I'm Straight Cursed
With This Wicked Style Display On My Anger & My Rage
Since A Juvenile Delincuente Taking Toques De Cronica To The Mente
Tossing Up My Varrio While Unloading A Cuete

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