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

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By My Fucken ??

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

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