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 down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these Glocks up, hats down, fiends in streets So pay attention when you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?
I'm still back for the first damn So a hold of your seats while I open your mind And take you back to I dropped down from heaven And I out my moms and had a mic as my fucking weapon When I was I was just a little 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 rapping became one of my favorite Every where that I spitting and babbling Showing my ass, growing up then started From one to the next, Luda landed in the ATL Where the and the players dwell I a tape, did shows and got exposure And learning as my black ass got older No matter what I kept at my trade I mistakes but stayed sharper then a Ginsu blade
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So pay attention when you're coming around 'Cause the block got eyebrows down, ya heard me?
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?
Age fourteen, my talent show a outta cage I would of won but disqualified for jumping off But I ain't care, cause game has started to open it's arms When I was at Banneker High 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 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 that made to them G roll traps And I was still making demo's, the craft And some said I make it, they would giggle and laugh So I picked up a couple books by Goins Bout the of this 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, mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in streets So please pay attention when 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 when you're 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, increasing their Still Ludacris but alias was Luva Luva Late I'm in they studio and using 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 and they was taking too long So three years went past, and I saved enough To make my own record label and put myself on The was independent, it was just 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 companies bite me, but I Def Jam And the main that I made it and I love the A-town Was 'cause the block had its eye brows 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?
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 around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?