Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Amp Dangerous Lyrics

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Amp Dangerous lyrics

(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 muthafuckin 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, 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 muthafuckin 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 muthafucka



 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 up's 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? ( *shots* ) 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 & dangerous



 Uknowmsayin?



 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 fuckin child?



 Word to mother



 Fuck all that stupid shit



 Controversial, not commercial, nigga)