Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous
Everybody everywhere is scratching for what they can get

Did you think anybody in this town is any different?

They don´t give a damn who gets killed

Just as long as "the dice keep rollin

The hoes keep hoein

And the money keeps flowin")



My name is L, and I´m from a part of town where clowns

Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds

On 139 and Lennox Ave. there´s a big park

And if you´re soft, don´t go through it when it gets dark

Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax

They´re sneakier than alley cats

That´s why I carry gats

Yo, I´m a muthafuckin fugitive

Buckwild and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live

Because to me it´s all about a buck

I used to have a partner in crime by the name of Chuck

We stormed the city, shootin shit up like Frank Nitty

We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50

One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cash

Then I murdered his ass and took his half

Because I´m all about ends and skins

When you got dough, you don´t need no muthafuckin friends

If I catch you on a late night, black, you´re gettin stuck, jack

My moms told me to get a job, fuck that

Aiyo, picture me gettin a job

Takin orders from Bob, sellin corn on the cob

Yo, how the hell I´ma make ends meet

Makin about 120 dollars a week?

Man, I rather do another hit

I want clean clothes, mean hoes, and all that other shit

Yo, I admit, I´m a sucker

A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin canivin muthafucka

Breakin in cribs with a chrome bar

I wasn´t ´poor´, I was po´, I couldn´t afford the ´o-r´

I used to wait until it gets dark

And tell a nigga to strip, I wanna see some birthmarks

Like a ninja, dressed in black with a ski mask

I take all the funds, then I run down the street fast

I vicked this nigga named Eugene

Took his brand new ring

Cause stickin up´s a everyday routine

Once I was crusin in a beat-up ride

Saw this nigga named Clyde

And snuck up on him from the blind side

I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked

Oh you´re broke? ( *shots* ) now you´re dead broke"

The Big L was cold crazy

A top-notch crook snatchin pocket books from old ladies

I don´t care, I´ll do anything to get a buck

Even rob a Miller truck, cause I don´t give a fuck

Some say I´m ruthless, some say I´m grim

Once a brother done broke into my house and I robbed him

Plenty and many brains I bust

Cause I was livin the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous



Word

All of us from Harlem

139

That´s livin the lifestyle of the poor & dangerous

Uknowmsayin?

This goes out

To my brothers

Big Lee and Don Ice

Reggie Reg, T.C., Todd, Lou, Black Tone

Whitey, Ty Speeder, Ru Dog, Herb McGruff

E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice and Rich Dice

I can´t forget the 1-4-0

Lennox Ave., troop

And I gotta say rest in peace to Mate the Skate, Dog

And my man Kerry

Peace



(Now what kinda life is that for a child?

Now what kinda life is that for a child?

Now what kinda life is that for a fuckin child?

Word to mother

Fuck all that stupid shit

Controversial, not commercial, nigga)


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