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?
It ain't clean in these streets, mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in streets So pay attention when you're coming around 'Cause the block got eyebrows down, ya heard me?
I'm still for the first damn time So grab a of your seats while I open your mind And take you back to when I dropped from heaven And I out my moms and had a mic as my fucking weapon When I was three I was just a G But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the of a real MC And at the age of nine I my first rhyme Soon became one of my favorite pastimes where that I went spitting and babbling Showing my ass, up then started traveling From one city to the next, Luda in the ATL the pimps and the players dwell I a tape, did shows and got exposure And kept as my black ass got older No matter what I just at my trade I made mistakes but stayed then a Ginsu blade
It clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets up, hats down, fiends 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 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 a beast outta cage 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 High School pulling fire alarms So I could get a crowd around me, a name for my block told me "keep flowing," they ain't want me to stop Was back when Big John was my human beat box skip school, hit open campus and watch out for street cops Now I'm known around the as that nigga that raps From the hills made high to them G roll traps And I was still demo's, perfecting the craft And some said I wouldn't it, they would giggle and laugh So I picked up a books by Donald Goins Bout the business of this shit, how to flip a few Before the age of eighteen, I was to make it My bank account read Disturbing The Peace,
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?
It ain't clean in these streets, 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 eighteen, I'm strugglin', just to But got a gig for change at 97.5 Now I'm on the radio, increasing their numbers Still Ludacris but alias was Cris Luva Late nights I'm in they studio and using they Me and Puma smoking weed and breaking all of their And I was krunk, all the big wigs was my songs But nobody did and they was taking too long So three went past, and I saved enough cash To make my own label and put myself on blast The album was independent, it was for the streets I sold a one copies in my first fuckin' week Then went on to fifty, put the cash in my hand All the companies 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 streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in streets So please pay attention when you're coming 'Cause the block got eyebrows 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 when coming around 'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?