It ain't in these streets, it's 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?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these up, hats down, fiends in these streets So please pay when you're coming around the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard 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 when I down from heaven And I came out my and had a mic as my fucking weapon I was three I was just 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 my first rhyme Soon rapping became one of my favorite Every where that I went spitting and Showing my ass, growing up then started From one city to the next, landed in the ATL the pimps and the players dwell I a tape, did shows and got exposure And learning as my black ass got older No matter I just kept at my trade I made mistakes but stayed sharper then a Ginsu
It clean in these streets, it's 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, mean in these streets up, hats down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention you're coming around 'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
Age fourteen, my talent show a beast outta I would of won but disqualified for jumping off But I ain't care, this game has started to open it's arms When I was at Banneker School pulling fire alarms So I could get a crowd me, make a name for my block People told me "keep flowing," ain't want me to stop Was back when Big Nose was my human beat box We'd skip school, hit campus and watch out for street cops Now I'm known the town as that nigga that raps From the hills that made high to them G traps And I was still making demo's, perfecting the And some said I wouldn't make it, they 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 account read The Peace, incorporated
It ain't in these streets, it's mean in these streets up, hats down, fiends in these streets So pay attention when you're coming around the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
It clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, down, fiends in these streets So pay attention when 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 rapping on the radio, increasing numbers Still Ludacris but alias was Luva Luva Late nights I'm in they and using they tools Me and Puma smoking weed and breaking all of their And I was krunk, all the big wigs was hearing my But did shit and they was taking too long So years went past, and I saved 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 fuckin' Then went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my 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 streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, 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, it's mean in streets Glocks up, hats down, in these streets So please pay attention when you're coming the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?