Big L Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Dangerous Lyrics

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor 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 muthaf**kin 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 sh*t 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 as* and took his half
Because I’m all about ends and skins
When you got dough, you don’t need no muthaf**kin friends
If I catch you on a late night, black, you’re gettin stuck, jack
My moms told me to get a job, f**k 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 muthaf**ka
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 f**k
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 f**kin child? 
Word to mother
f**k all that stupid shit
Controversial, not commercial, nigga)