Better Way Lyrics - Layzie Bone

Hey, hey, it's lil' Lay 

Saigon, just blaze 

Just out here in the field man 

Tryin' to make these ends meet, you know? 

Every time you look around it's some shit goin' down 

Man we tryin' to make a better way 

Saigon, talk to 'em man 

Tell 'em how we tryin' to do this man! 

Check, my heart is hurtin' and my soul's searchin' for a better way 

I was born in Mooseknuckle where the kid was led astray 

Then I moved to B.K., where I fell in love with guns 

Fast forward six years later I'm a felon on the run with one 

Renegade Run was my alias 

And even when I was whylin the 'gon was a Don like Cornelius 

Them hoes used to chase me around 

None of my niggaz surprised, I got models givin' face to me now 

That I roll with a super producer plus keep the booth in a stupor 

That's your dog? Call him, or we're meetin' is [?] 

I try to put all of my trouble-makin' days behind me 

But it seem like them fuckers always find some way to find me 

I never thought that Just Blaze would sign me (why?) 

Cause he know that I fight a lot and he know my Nation is rangin grimy (yeah) 

That's how I know that nigga for real 

Took a chance on givin a trill nigga a deal 

[Chorus] 

Although we thuggin' and we be buggin' we do be tryin' to find a better way 

(Tryin' to find a better way) 

And I'd be lyin' if I said that we wasn't tryin' to keep our pockets paid 

(Tryin' to keep our pockets, paid) 

Although we grindin' we on the grind and cause we tryin' to reach our destiny 

(Tryin' to reach our destiny kid) 

Whether it's hell (it's hell) whether it's jail (it's jail) 

[Both:] Or it's the cover of the XXL! 

I never thought rhymin' would help me climb the ladder of success 

Niggaz thought by now that I woulda took the magnum to the chest 

Or have the staggerin' arrest record for dabblin' in this 

I knew I shouldn'ta been in since I'm fresh up out the pen 

But N-O spell 'no' sucka, I kill 'em with the flow fucka 

You could compare me to no other 

I'm so scared of my temper, what if somebody try me? 

What if I gotta prove that I still use the shotty? 

Atlantic Records would dropped me, police is gon' knock me 

Them bitches is gon' laugh at me, the haters is gon' party 

And I'll be back in the yard 

With old timers callin' me a GODDAMN FOOL for clappin' ratchets at y'all 

I'm tellin you this, so you know I'm fully aware 

And very mindful, that I will throw away my career 

And let one of you little bitch niggaz step in my square 

And I'll show you I keep the weapon right here, aiyyo Belly come here! 

[Chorus] 

Check it, look 

I'm hardly never low-key so it's hard to get to know me 

Got enemies in the street that's still targetin' to smoke me 

It must make 'em sick to see me as godly [?] in the movie 

Wait 'til they start spendin' money to market and promote me 

Why would y'all wanna stop me? 

I changed my life around, put the rifle down, niggaz still plottin' to Big and 'Pac me 

But on the contrilly I'm packin' the mac-milly 

And clappin at the first lil' faggot that act silly 

It was my destiny to be here 

I killed the mixtapes for three years, all original beats so be clear 

And as fuckin' fate would have it 

I got connected with the best producer in the world so we can go in and make a classic 

So when will you learn? I get deep without the Biblical terms 

We livin' in hell with no physical burn 

That's why a nigga tryin to find a better way 

And sayin' hi to tomorrow, goodbye to yesterday 

[Chorus] 

Whether it's hell, whether it's jail 

Or it's the cover of the XXL! 

Whether it's hell, whether it's jail 

Or it's the cover of the XXL! [echoes]