Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous (Explicit)

(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 muthaf**kin' 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 muthaf**kin friends
If I catch you on a late night, black
you're getting stuck, jack
My moms told me to get a job
f**k that
Aiyo, picture me getting a job
Taking orders from Bob
selling corn on the cob
Yo, how the hell
I'mma 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' muthaf**ka
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 f**k
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
KnawhatImsayin?
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 f**king child
Word to mother
f**k all that stupid shit
Controversial
not commercial, nigga)