It ain't clean in these streets, it's in these streets Glocks up, hats down, in these 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, hats down, fiends in these So pay attention when you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?
I'm back for the first damn time So grab a hold of your while I open your mind And take you back to when I dropped down heaven And I came out my and had a mic as my fucking weapon When I was three I was just a G But if you in my eyes you'd see the future of a real MC And at the age of nine I wrote my rhyme Soon rapping became one of my pastimes Every where that I went and babbling Showing my ass, growing up started traveling From one to the next, Luda 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 what I just kept at my I made mistakes but stayed then a Ginsu blade
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?
It ain't clean in streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay attention when coming around 'Cause the block got eyebrows down, ya heard me?
Age fourteen, my talent show a outta cage I would of won but disqualified for off stage But I ain't care, cause this game has started to it's arms When I was at Banneker School pulling fire alarms So I could get a crowd around me, make a name for my People told me "keep flowing," ain't want me to stop Was back when Big Nose John was my beat box skip school, hit open campus and watch out for street cops Now I'm around the town as that nigga that raps the hills that made high to them G roll traps And I was making demo's, perfecting the craft And some said I make it, they would giggle and laugh So I picked up a couple by Donald Goins the business of this shit, how to flip a few coins Before the age of eighteen, I was to make it My bank read Disturbing 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 '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, fiends in streets So pay attention when you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?
Age eighteen, I'm strugglin', just to But got a gig workin' for 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 tools Me and Puma smoking and breaking all of their rules And I was krunk, all the big wigs was my songs But nobody did shit and they was too long So three years went past, and I saved enough To make my own label and put myself on blast The was independent, it was just for the streets I a one thousand copies in my first fuckin' week Then went on to fifty, put the cash in my hand All the record companies me, but I chose Def Jam And the main reason that I it and I love the A-town Was 'cause the had its eye brows down, ya heard me?
It clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay 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 streets Glocks up, hats down, in these streets So please pay attention when coming around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?