It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in streets up, hats down, fiends in these streets So pay attention when you're coming around '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, in these streets So please pay attention when you're coming 'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
I'm still for the first damn time So grab a hold of your seats I open your mind And take you back to I dropped down from heaven And I came out my moms and had a mic as my weapon When I was three I was a little 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 first Soon became one of my favorite pastimes Every where that I went and babbling Showing my ass, growing up then started From one city to the next, Luda in the ATL Where the and the players dwell 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 sharper a Ginsu blade
It ain't in these streets, it's mean in these streets up, hats down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention when you're around 'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
It ain't in these streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So pay attention when you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?
Age fourteen, my talent show a outta cage I of won but disqualified for jumping off stage But I ain't care, cause game has started to open it's arms When I was at Banneker High School pulling fire 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 Nose John was my human box We'd skip school, hit open campus and watch out for cops Now I'm known around the town as that nigga that the hills 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 giggle and laugh So I picked up a couple books by Donald the business of this shit, how to flip a few coins Before the age of eighteen, I was destined to it My bank account read Disturbing The Peace,
It clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, in these streets So please pay when you're coming around 'Cause the got it's 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 pay attention when you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?
Age eighteen, I'm strugglin', to survive But got a gig for change at 97.5 Now I'm rapping on the radio, their numbers Still Ludacris but alias was Cris Luva Late nights I'm in they studio and they tools Me and Puma smoking and breaking all of their rules And I was krunk, all the big was hearing my songs But nobody did shit and they was taking too So three years went past, and I saved enough To make my own label and put myself on blast The album was independent, it was just for the I sold a one thousand copies in my fuckin' week Then went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my All the record companies bite me, but I Def Jam And the main that I made it and I love the A-town Was 'cause the had its eye brows down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, 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, it's mean in streets Glocks up, down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?