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| Big L Lifestylez Ov Da Poor And Dangerous Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous (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) |
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