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