It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in streets So pay attention when you're coming around the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these Glocks up, hats down, in these streets So please pay attention when you're around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?
I'm back for the first damn time So grab a hold of your seats while I your mind And take you back to when I down from heaven And I came out my and had a mic as my fucking weapon I was three I was just a little G But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a MC And at the age of I wrote my first rhyme Soon rapping became one of my pastimes Every where that I went and babbling Showing my ass, growing up started traveling From one city to the next, landed in the ATL Where the pimps and the dwell I made a tape, did and got exposure And kept as my black ass got older No matter what I kept at my trade I made mistakes but stayed then a Ginsu blade
It ain't clean in streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay attention when you're coming 'Cause the block got eyebrows down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay attention when you're coming 'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
Age fourteen, my show a beast outta cage I would of won but disqualified for off stage But I ain't care, cause this game has to open it's arms When I was at Banneker High School fire alarms So I get a crowd around me, make a name for my block told me "keep flowing," they ain't want me to stop Was when Big Nose John was my human beat box skip school, hit open campus and watch out for street cops Now I'm around the town as that nigga that raps the hills that made high to them G roll traps And I was still making demo's, perfecting the And some said I make it, they would giggle and laugh So I picked up a couple by Donald Goins the business of this shit, how to flip a few coins Before the age of eighteen, I was destined to it My account read Disturbing The Peace, incorporated
It ain't clean in streets, it's mean in these streets up, hats down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention when coming around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay attention when coming around 'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
Age eighteen, I'm strugglin', just to But got a gig for change at 97.5 Now I'm rapping on the radio, increasing numbers Still but alias was Cris Luva Luva Late nights I'm in they studio and using they Me and Puma weed and breaking all of their rules And I was krunk, all the big wigs was my songs But nobody did and they was taking too long So three years went past, and I saved cash To my own record label and put myself on blast The album was independent, it was just for the I sold a one thousand copies in my first week went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand All the record companies me, but I chose Def Jam And the reason that I made it and I love the A-town Was the block had its eye brows down, ya heard me?
It clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets up, hats down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention you're coming around 'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these Glocks up, hats down, in these streets So pay attention when you're coming around the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?