Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Dangerous Lyrics - Big L

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 motherfuckin' fugitive 

Buck wild 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 motherfuckin' 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' motherfucka 

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' ups 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? 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 and dangerous 

You know what I'm sayin'? 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 child? 

Now what kinda life is that for a fuckin' child? 

Word to mother, fuck all that stupid shit 

Controversial, not commercial, nigga