Lifestylez Ov Da Poor and Dangerous

Big L lyrics

Big L lyrics

"Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Dangerous Lyrics"

That's Why I'm Here Lyrics
Well I ain't had nothin' to drink I knew that's probably what you'd think If I'd drop by this time of night Remember way back when I promised you I'd drop in At one of those meetings down at the "Y" They started talkin' about steps you take Mistakes you make the hearts you break And the price you pay I almost walked away You could hear a pin drop When this old man Stood up and said I'm gonna say it again


(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 Fra
Dont Cha Stop Lyrics
right here i'd like to melt inside of you right here you kiss is totally new right here your hands are soft and creamy right here your mouth is wet and dreamy and it's just what i like so dim down the light don't cha stop don't cha stop don't cha stop don't cha stop if it makes you feel good your rhapsody is blowing my cool your fantasies were written for fools your floating hair tickles my skin feel so luscious come on do it again
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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
Voices Lyrics
we close our eyes and look in opposite direction we ignore the threats and hope they'll go away we refuse to pay attention to the dangers we create in the name of our fathers we kill our children we wait and think that we are biding our time we keep silent, we believe in our strength we trust in propaganda of the wonders of tomorrow in the shadow of content we are victims in the end we dance to the sound of sirens and we watch genocide to relax we dan
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 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)