It ain't clean in 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 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?
I'm still back for the first time 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 moms and had a mic as my weapon When I was 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 became one of my pastimes where that I went spitting and babbling Showing my ass, growing up then traveling From one to the next, Luda landed in the ATL Where the pimps and the players I a tape, did shows and got exposure And learning as my black 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 these streets, it's in these streets up, hats down, fiends in these streets So please pay when you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay attention when you're around 'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
Age fourteen, my talent show a beast cage I would of won but disqualified for jumping off But I ain't care, cause this game has started to open it's When I was at Banneker High School pulling alarms So I get a crowd around me, make a name for my block told me "keep flowing," they ain't want me to stop Was back when Big Nose John was my beat box We'd school, hit open campus and watch out for street cops Now I'm around the town as that nigga that raps From the hills that made high to 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 books by Goins Bout the business of shit, how to flip a few coins the age of eighteen, I was destined to make it My account read Disturbing The Peace, incorporated
It clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention when you're around 'Cause the block got eyebrows down, ya heard me?
It ain't in these streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention 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 for change at 97.5 Now I'm rapping on the radio, increasing their Still Ludacris but alias was Cris Luva Late nights I'm in studio and using they tools Me and Puma smoking weed and breaking all of their And I was krunk, all the big was hearing my songs But nobody did and they was taking too long So three years went past, and I enough cash To make my own record label and put on blast The album was independent, it was for the streets I sold a one thousand copies in my first week went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand All the record companies 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 ain't clean in these streets, mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay attention you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these 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?