lifestylez ov da poor & dangerous lyrics – big l

“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 d*mn 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 n*gg*s try to tax
they’re sneakier than alley cats
that’s why i carry gats
yo, i’m a m*th*f*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 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 *ss and took his half
because i’m all about ends and skins
when you got dough, you don’t need no m*th*f*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
aiyo, picture me gettin a job
takin orders from bob, sellin corn on the cob
yo, how the h*ll 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 sh*t
yo, i admit, i’m a sucker
a low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin canivin m*th*f*cka
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 n*gg* 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*gg* 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 n*gg* 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 sn*tchin 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*ck
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

all of us from harlem
that’s livin the lifestyle of the poor & dangerous
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

(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*gg*)

/ big l lyrics