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