It ain't clean in streets, it's 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 eyebrows down, ya me?
It clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, in these streets So please pay attention when you're coming 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?
I'm still back for the first time So grab a of your seats while I open your mind And take you back to when I dropped down heaven And I came out my moms and had a mic as my fucking 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 wrote my first Soon rapping one of my favorite pastimes where that I went spitting and babbling Showing my ass, up then started traveling one city to the next, Luda landed in the ATL Where the pimps and the players I made a tape, did 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 blade
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these 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?
It ain't clean in these streets, mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay when you're coming around 'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
Age fourteen, my talent a beast outta cage I would of won but disqualified for jumping off But I ain't care, cause this game has to open it's arms When I was at Banneker High School pulling fire So I get a crowd around me, make a name for my block People told me "keep flowing," they want me to stop Was back Big Nose John was my human beat box We'd skip school, hit open campus and watch out for cops Now I'm known around the town as that that raps From the hills that made high to them G roll And I was still demo's, perfecting the craft And said I wouldn't make it, they would giggle and laugh So I picked up a couple by Donald Goins Bout the of this shit, how to flip a few coins Before the age of eighteen, I was to make it My bank account Disturbing The Peace, incorporated
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these 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?
It ain't in these streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, in these streets So please pay when you're coming around the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard 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 but alias was Cris Luva Luva Late nights I'm in they studio and using they 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 years 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 thousand copies in my first week Then went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my All the record companies me, but I chose Def Jam And the main reason that I made it and I 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, down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention when coming around the block got it's 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 when you're coming around the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?