It ain't clean in these streets, mean in these streets Glocks up, down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention when coming 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 when coming around 'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
I'm still back for the first time 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 moms and had a mic as my fucking When I was three I was just a G But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a MC And at the age of nine I wrote my rhyme rapping became one of my favorite pastimes Every where I went spitting and babbling Showing my ass, growing up then traveling From one to the next, Luda landed in the ATL Where the pimps and the players I a tape, did shows and got exposure And kept learning as my black ass got No matter I just kept at my trade I made mistakes but stayed then a Ginsu blade
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 coming 'Cause the block got eyebrows down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these up, hats down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?
Age fourteen, my talent show a beast outta I of won but disqualified for jumping off stage But I ain't care, cause this game has started to open it's When I was at Banneker High pulling fire alarms So I could get a crowd around me, make a name for my People told me "keep flowing," they ain't me to stop Was back Big Nose John was my human beat box We'd skip school, hit open and watch out for street cops Now I'm around the town as that nigga that raps From the that made high to them G roll traps And I was making demo's, perfecting the craft And some said I wouldn't make it, they would and laugh So I picked up a books by Donald Goins Bout the business of this shit, how to flip a few the age of eighteen, I was destined to make it My bank account read Disturbing The Peace,
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 around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in streets So please pay attention when you're around 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya 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 Ludacris but was Cris Luva Luva Late nights I'm in they and using they tools Me and Puma smoking weed and 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 went past, and I enough cash To make my own record label and put myself on The was independent, it was just for the streets I sold a one thousand copies in my first week Then went on to sell fifty, put the in my hand All the companies bite me, but I chose Def Jam And the main reason that I it and I love the A-town Was 'cause the had its eye brows down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in 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 in these streets Glocks up, down, fiends in these streets So pay attention when you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?