Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Dangerous Lyrics
(everybody everywhere is scratching for what they can getDid you think anybody in this town is any different?They dont give a damn who gets killedJust as long as the dice keep rollinThe hoes keep hoeinAnd the money keeps flowin)My name is l, and Im from a part of town where clownsGet beat down and all you hear is gunshot soundsOn 139 and lennox ave. theres a big parkAnd if youre soft, dont go through it when it gets darkCause at nighttime niggas try to taxTheyre sneakier than alley catsThats why I carry gatsYo, Im a mutha*****in fugitiveBuckwild and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to liveBecause to me its all about a buckI used to have a partner in crime by the name of chuckWe stormed the city, shootin shit up like frank nittyWe robbed kids and split the dough 50/50One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cashThen I murdered his ass and took his halfBecause Im all about ends and skinsWhen you got dough, you dont need no mutha*****in friendsIf I catch you on a late night, black, youre gettin stuck, jackMy moms told me to get a job, ***** thatAiyo, picture me gettin a jobTakin orders from bob, sellin corn on the cobYo, how the hell ima make ends meetMakin about 120 dollars a week?Man, I rather do another hitI want clean clothes, mean hoes, and all that other shitYo, I admit, Im a suckerA low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin canivin mutha*****aBreakin in cribs with a chrome barI wasnt poor, I was po, I couldnt afford the o-rI used to wait until it gets darkAnd tell a nigga to strip, I wanna see some birthmarksLike a ninja, dressed in black with a ski maskI take all the funds, then I run down the street fastI vicked this nigga named eugeneTook his brand new ringCause stickin ups a everyday routineOnce I was crusin in a beat-up rideSaw this nigga named clydeAnd snuck up on him from the blind sideI told him, give up the dough, before you get smokedOh youre broke? ( *shots* ) now youre dead brokeThe big l was cold crazyA top-notch crook snatchin pocket books from old ladiesI dont care, Ill do anything to get a buckEven rob a miller truck, cause I dont give a *****Some say Im ruthless, some say Im grimOnce a brother done broke into my house and I robbed himPlenty and many brains I bustCause I was livin the lifestyle of the poor and dangerousWordAll of us from harlem139Thats livin the lifestyle of the poor & dangerousUknowmsayin?This goes outTo my brothersBig lee and don iceReggie reg, t.c., todd, lou, black toneWhitey, ty speeder, ru dog, herb mcgruffE-jet, g love, doc ring, slice and rich diceI cant forget the 1-4-0Lennox ave., troopAnd I gotta say rest in peace to mate the skate, dogAnd my man kerryPeace(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 *****in child?Word to mother***** all that stupid shitControversial, not commercial, nigga)
