It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in streets up, hats down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention you're coming around the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, mean in these streets Glocks up, down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention when you're around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?
I'm still back for the first damn So grab a hold of your seats I open your mind And take you back to when I dropped down from And I came out my and had a mic as my fucking weapon When I was three I was a little G But if you looked in my you'd see the future of a real MC And at the age of nine I my first rhyme Soon became one of my favorite pastimes Every that I went spitting and babbling Showing my ass, growing up then started From one to the next, Luda landed in the ATL the pimps and the players dwell I made a tape, did and got exposure And learning as my black ass got older No what I just kept at my trade I made mistakes but stayed sharper then a Ginsu
It ain't clean in these streets, mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, 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, mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay attention when you're around 'Cause the block got eyebrows down, ya heard me?
Age fourteen, my talent show a beast cage I would of won but for jumping off stage But I ain't care, cause this game has started to open arms When I was at High School pulling fire alarms So I could get a around me, make a name for my block People told me "keep flowing," they want me to stop Was back when Big Nose John was my human box We'd skip school, hit campus and watch out for street cops Now I'm known around the as that nigga that raps From the hills that made to them G roll traps And I was still making demo's, perfecting the And some said I wouldn't make it, would giggle and laugh So I up a couple books by Donald Goins Bout the business of shit, how to flip a few coins the age of eighteen, I was destined to make it My bank read Disturbing The Peace, incorporated
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay attention when you're around 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay attention you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?
Age eighteen, I'm strugglin', just to But got a gig workin' for at 97.5 Now I'm rapping on the radio, their numbers Ludacris but alias was Cris Luva Luva Late nights I'm in studio and using they tools Me and Puma smoking and breaking all of their rules And I was krunk, all the big wigs was hearing my But did shit and they was taking too long So three years past, and I saved enough cash To make my own record label and put on blast The album was independent, it was just for the I sold a one thousand copies in my first fuckin' Then went on to sell fifty, put the in my hand All the record companies me, but I chose Def Jam And the main reason that I made it and I love the Was 'cause the had its eye brows down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay attention you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?
It ain't clean in these streets, mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, in these streets So please pay attention when you're coming 'Cause the block got eyebrows down, ya heard me?