It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these Glocks up, hats down, fiends in streets So please pay attention when you're coming 'Cause the block got 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 coming the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
I'm back for the first damn time So grab a 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 see the future of a real MC And at the age of nine I wrote my rhyme Soon rapping became one of my pastimes 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 and the players dwell I a tape, did shows and got exposure And kept learning as my ass got older No matter what I kept at my trade 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, fiends in streets So please pay attention when you're around 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 streets So please pay attention you're coming around 'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
Age fourteen, my show a beast outta cage I of won but disqualified for jumping off stage But I ain't care, cause this game has to open it's arms When I was at High School pulling fire alarms So I could get a around me, make a name for my block People told me "keep flowing," ain't want me to stop Was back Big Nose John 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 up a couple books by Donald Goins Bout the business of this shit, how to a few coins the age of eighteen, I was destined to make it My account read Disturbing The Peace, incorporated
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 coming 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's in these streets Glocks up, hats down, in these streets So please pay attention you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's 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, their numbers Still Ludacris but alias was Luva Luva Late I'm in they studio and using they tools Me and Puma weed and breaking all of their rules And I was krunk, all the big was hearing my songs But nobody did shit and they was taking too So three years past, and I saved enough cash To make my own record label and put myself on The album was independent, it was for the streets I a one thousand 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 reason that I made it and I love the Was 'cause the had its eye brows 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 attention when coming around the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
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 got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?