Big L - 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 hoeing 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 Lenox 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
Shooting shit 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 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 hell I'mma make ends meet
Making about 120 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' connivin' muthafucka
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 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 sticking up's an everyday routine
Once I was cruising 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? gunshots
Now you're dead broke"
The Big L was called 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 lifestyle
Of the poor and dangerous

Word all of us from Harlem
139 that's living the lifestyle of
The poor and dangerous knawhatImsayin?
This goes out to my brothers
Big Lee and Don Ice
Reggie Reg, TC, 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 fucking child?
Word to mother, fuck all that stupid shit
Controversial, not commercial, nigga