(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)