It clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets 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 in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in streets So please pay attention when you're coming 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?
I'm still for the first damn time So grab a hold of your seats I open your mind And take you back to when I dropped from 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 looked in my eyes you'd see the of a real MC And at the age of I wrote my first rhyme Soon rapping became one of my favorite where that I went spitting and babbling Showing my ass, growing up then traveling one city to the next, Luda landed in the ATL Where the pimps and the dwell I made a tape, did shows and got And learning as my black ass got older No matter what I just kept at my I made mistakes but stayed sharper a Ginsu blade
It ain't clean in streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, in these streets So pay attention when 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 streets So please pay attention when you're around 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?
Age fourteen, my talent show a beast cage I would of won but disqualified for off stage But I ain't care, cause this game has to open it's arms I was at Banneker High School pulling fire alarms So I could get a crowd around me, make a for my block People me "keep flowing," they ain't want me to stop Was back when Big Nose 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 traps And I was still demo's, perfecting the craft And some said I wouldn't make it, they would and laugh So I picked up a couple books by Donald 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 in these streets Glocks up, down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention 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 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 workin' for 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 smoking weed 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 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 on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand All the companies bite me, but I chose Def Jam And the main that I made it and I love the A-town Was 'cause the had its eye brows down, ya heard me?
It ain't in these streets, it's mean in these streets up, hats down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention when you're 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, down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention when you're coming 'Cause the block got eyebrows down, ya heard me?