(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")      (Big L)   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)