Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous lyrics

[Intro]
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'

[Verse]
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 Lenox Ave there's a big park
And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark
'Cause at nighttime n*ggas try to tax
They're sneakier than alley cats, that's why I carry gats
Yo, I'm a motherf*ckin' 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 Nitti
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 those, you don't need no motherf*ckin' friends
If I catch you on a late night, black, you're gettin' stuck, jack
My moms told me to get a job, f*ck that
Ayo, 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'd rather do another hit
I want clean clothes, mean hoes and all that other sh*t
Yo, I admit, I'm a sucker
A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin', connivin' motherf*cker
Breakin' in cribs with a crowbar
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 n*gga 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 n*gga named Eugene
Took his brand new ring 'cause sticking up's an everyday routine
Once I was cruising in a beat-up ride
Saw this n*gga 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? *gunshots* Now you're dead broke"
The Big L was cold crazy
A top-notch crook snatching pocketbooks 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*ck
Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim
Once a burglar broke into my house and I robbed him
Plenty and many brains I bust
'Cause I was livin' the life style of the poor and dangerous
[Outro: Big L & Killa Cam]
Word
All of us from Harlem
1-3-9
That's livin' the life style of the poor and dangerous
KnawhatImsayin?
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 crew
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 f*ckin' child?
Word to mother, f*ck all that stupid sh*t
Controversial, not commercial, n*gga