RGPolska Tłumaczenia - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor And Dangerous (Polish Version) lyrics

(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 k**ed Just as long as "the dice keep rollin The hoes keep hoeing and the money keeps flowin") [Verse 1] 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 Lenox Ave. there's a big park And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark Cause at nighttime n***as try to tax They're sneakier than alley cats That's why I carry gats Yo, I'm a muthaf**in' 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, shooting sh** up like Frank Nitti 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 a** and took his half Because I'm all about ends and skins When you got those, you don't need no muthaf**in friends If I catch you on a late night, black, you're getting stuck, jack My moms told me to get a job, f** that Aiyo, picture me getting a job Taking orders from Bob, selling corn on the cob Yo, how the hell I'mma make ends meet Making about 120 dollars a week Man, I rather do another hit I want clean clothes, mean hoes and all that other sh** Yo, I admit, I'm a s**er A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin connivin' muthaf**a Breaking in cribs with a crowbar 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 n***a 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 n***a named Eugene, took his brand new ring Cause sticking up's an everyday routine Once I was crusing in a beat-up ride Saw this n***a 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 snatching pocketbooks 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 f** Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim Once a burglar 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 living the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous KnawhatImsayin? 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, crew 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 f**ing child Word to mother, f** all that stupid sh** Controversial, not commercial, n***a)