Lifestylez Ov Da Poor And Dangerous Lyrics

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor And 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)