(everybody everywhere is scratching for what they can get
Did you think anybody in this town is any different?
They dont 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 Im from a part of town where clowns
Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds
On 139 and lennox ave. theres a big park
And if youre soft, dont go through it when it gets dark
Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax
Theyre sneakier than alley cats
Thats why I carry gats
Yo, Im a muthafuckin fugitive
Buckwild and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live
Because to me its 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 Im all about ends and skins
When you got dough, you dont need no muthafuckin friends
If I catch you on a late night, black, youre 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 ima 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, Im a sucker
A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin canivin muthafucka
Breakin in cribs with a chrome bar
I wasnt poor, I was po, I couldnt 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 ups 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 youre broke? ( *shots* ) now youre dead broke"
The big l was cold crazy
A top-notch crook snatchin pocket books from old ladies
I dont care, Ill do anything to get a buck
Even rob a miller truck, cause I dont give a fuck
Some say Im ruthless, some say Im 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
Thats 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 cant 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)
