"Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous" Big L
(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 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) |
"Trapped" 2Pac
You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me Cause they never talk peace in tha black community All we know is violence, do tha job in silence Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn Niggas commin' out worse offthan when they went in Over tha years I done alot of growin' up Getten drunk thrown' up Cuffed up Then I said I had enough There must be another route, way out To money and fame, I changed my name And played a different game Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho And when I gettem I'll hittem with tha bum rush Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed Yo, if your smart you'll really let me go 'G' But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi They got me trapped.... [Chorus] (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) They got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harrassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw me up against tha wall Didn't do a thing at all I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete Coppers try to kill me But they didn't know this was tha wrong street Bang bang, down another casualty But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality Who do you blame? It's a shame because tha mans slain He got caught in tha chains of his own game How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me Sweated me, hunted me Trapped in my own community One day i'm gonna bust Blow up on this society Why did ya lie to me ? I couldn't find a trace of equality Work me like a slave while they laid back Homie don't play that It's time I lett'em suffer tha payback I'm tryin to avoid physical contact I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack They got me trapped [Chorus] (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) You know they got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) You know they got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Now i'm trapped and want to find a getaway All I need is a 'G' and somewhere safe to stay Can't use tha phone Cause i'm sure someone is tappin in Did it before Ain't scared to use my gat again I look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant But now he's tha devils friend Too late to be tellin' him He shot first and i'll be damned if I run away Homie is done away I should of put my gun away I wasn't thinkin' all I heard was tha ridicule Girlies was laughin', Tup sayin "Damn homies is dissin you" I fired my weapon Started steppin' in tha hurricane I got shot so I dropped Feelin' a burst of pain Got to my feet Couldn't see nothin' but bloody blood Now i'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer Ran through an alley Still lookin' for my getaway Coppers said Freeze, or you'll be dead today Trapped in a corner Dark and I couldn't see tha light Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life What do I do ? Live my life in a prison cell I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell They got me trapped [Chorus] (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) They got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) You know they got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped |
"C.R.E.A.M." Wu-Tang Clan
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get...) Yeah, check this ol fly shit out Word up (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go (dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo! [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive Had second hands, moms bounced on old man So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to G' off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one And that one, pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough off Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo brothas respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-POW! Move from the gate now [Chorus (2X): Method Man] Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all [Verse Two: Inspectah Deck] It's been 22 long hard years and still strugglin Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not touch The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin', going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40 of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turns I learned life is Hell Living in the world, no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild, smokin sess, drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hected [Chorus - 3X] Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH |
"Things Done Changed" Notorious B.I.G>
[Verse One:] Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves Gazelle shades, and corn braids Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies Shootin skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews with the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety three Niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick Cause real street niggaz ain't havin that shit Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project hallways, shootin dice all day Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit We get hype and shit and start lifin shit So step away with your fist fight ways Motherfucker this ain't back in the days, but you don't hear me though [Verse Two:] No more cocoa leave-io, one two three One two three, all of this to me, is a mystery I hear you motherfuckers talk about it But I stay seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it And I'm down with the shit too For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use Kung-Fu Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin Slugs in his back and, that's what the fuck happens when you sleep on the street Little motherfuckers with heat, want ta leave a nigga six feet deep And we comin to the wake To make sure the cryin and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us Look at em now, they even fuckin scared of us Callin the city for help because they can't maintain Damn, shit done changed [Verse Three:] If I wasn't in the rap game I'd probably have a key knee deep in the crack game Because the streets is a short stop Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot Shit, it's hard being young from the slums eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from And now the shit's gettin crazier and major Kids younger than me, they got the Sky grand Pagers Goin outta town, blowin up Six months later all the dead bodies showin up It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie But I gotta go identify the body Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts? Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin took out Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things done changed |