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 hoeing, 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 Lenox 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 motherfuckin' 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, shooting shit up like Frank Nitti

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 those, you don't need no motherfuckin' friends

If I catch you on a late night, black, you're getting stuck, jack

My moms told me to get a job, fuck that

Ayo, picture me getting a job

Taking orders from Bob, selling corn on the cob

Yo, how the hell I'ma make ends meet

Making 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' connivin' muthafucker

Breaking in cribs with a crowbar

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 sticking up's an everyday routine

Once I was crusing 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? Now you're dead broke"

The Big L was cold crazy

A top-notch crook snatching pocketbooks 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 burglar 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 living the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous

Know what I'm saying?

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. crew

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 child

Now what kinda life is that for a fuckin' child

Word to mother, fuck all that stupid shit

Controversial, not commercial, nigga