(Everybody everywhere is scratching for what they can get
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Did you think anybody in this town is any different?
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They don't give a damn who gets killed
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Just as long as "the dice keep rollin
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The hoes keep hoein
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And the money keeps flowin")
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My name is L, and I'm from a part of town where clowns
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Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds
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On 139 and Lennox Ave. there's a big park
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And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark
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Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax
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They're sneakier than alley cats
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That's why I carry gats
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Yo, I'm a muthafuckin fugitive
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Buckwild and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live
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Because to me it's all about a buck
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I used to have a partner in crime by the name of Chuck
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We stormed the city, shootin shit up like Frank Nitti
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We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50
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One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cash
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Then I murdered his ass and took his half
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Because I'm all about ends and skins
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When you got dough, you don't need no muthafuckin friends
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If I catch you on a late night, black, you're gettin stuck, jack
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My moms told me to get a job, fuck that
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Aiyo, picture me gettin a job
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Takin orders from Bob, sellin corn on the cob
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Yo, how the hell I'ma make ends meet
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Makin about 120 dollars a week?
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Man, I rather do another hit
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I want clean clothes, mean hoes, and all that other shit
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Yo, I admit, I'm a sucker
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A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin connivin muthafucka
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Breakin in cribs with a crow-bar
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I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'o-r'
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I used to wait until it gets dark
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And tell a nigga to strip, I wanna see some birthmarks
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Like a ninja, dressed in black with a ski mask
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I take all the funds, then I run down the street fast
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I vicked this nigga named Eugene
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Took his brand new ring
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Cause stickin up's a everyday routine
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Once I was crusin in a beat-up ride
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Saw this nigga named Clyde
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And snuck up on him from the blind side
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I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked
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Oh you're broke? ( *shots* ) now you're dead broke"
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The Big L was cold crazy
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A top-notch crook snatchin pocket books from old ladies
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I don't care, I'll do anything to get a buck
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Even rob a Miller truck, cause I don't give a fuck
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Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim
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Once a brother done broke into my house and I robbed him
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Plenty and many brains I bust
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Cause I was livin the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous
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Word
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All of us from Harlem
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139
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That's livin the lifestyle of the poor & dangerous
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Uknowmsayin?
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This goes out
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To my brothers
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Big Lee and Don Ice
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Reggie Reg, T.C., Todd, Lou, Black Tone
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Whitey, Ty Speeder, Ru Dog, Herb McGruff
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E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice and Rich Dice
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I can't forget the 1-4-0
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Lennox Ave., troop
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And I gotta say rest in peace to Mate the Skate, Dog
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And my man Kerry
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Peace
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(Now what kinda life is that for a child?
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Now what kinda life is that for a child?
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Now what kinda life is that for a fuckin child?
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Word to mother
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Fuck all that stupid shit
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Controversial, not commercial, nigga)
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Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous
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| Big L |
