Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous

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 one three nine 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, **** try to tax

They're sneakier than alley cats

That's why I carry gats

Yo, I'm a muthafuckin' fugitive

Buck wild 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, shooting shit up like Frank Nitti

We robbed kids and split the dough fitty, fitty

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 muthafuckin' friends

If I catch you on a late night, black, you're getting stuck, jack

My moms told me to get a job, fuck that

Ayo, picture me getting a job

Taking orders from Bob, selling corn on the cob

Yo, how the how I'ma make ends meet?

Making about a hundred twenty dollars a week

Man, I'd 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', conniving motherfucka

Breaking 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 **** 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 fit this **** 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 **** 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?

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 fuck

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 lifestylez ov da poor & dangerous

Word, all of us from Harlem

One three nine is living the lifestylez ov da poor & dangerous

You know what I'm saying?

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, Took Slice and Rich Dice, I can't forget the 1-4-0

I can't forget the one four o' 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 fucking child?

Word to mother, fuck all that stupid shit

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