(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)