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Big L
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Lifestylez ov da Poor and Dangerous
作詞:Lamont Coleman, Robert Hall
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 motherfuckin' fugitive Buck wild 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 motherfuckin' 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' motherfucka 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 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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 you're broke? 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 and dangerous You know what I'm sayin'? 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 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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