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(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)

(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)

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