It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these up, hats down, fiends in these streets So please pay 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, down, fiends in these streets So please pay when you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?
I'm still for the first damn time So grab a hold of your seats while I open your And you back to when I dropped down from heaven And I came out my and had a mic as my fucking weapon When I was three I was a little G But if you looked in my you'd see the future of a real MC And at the age of I wrote my first rhyme Soon rapping became one of my favorite Every where I went spitting and babbling Showing my ass, up then started traveling From one city to the next, Luda in the ATL Where the pimps and the dwell 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 sharper then a Ginsu blade
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 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, in these streets So please pay when you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?
Age fourteen, my talent show a beast outta I of won but disqualified for jumping off stage But I ain't care, cause this has started to open it's arms When I was at Banneker High pulling fire alarms So I could get a crowd around me, make a for my block People told me "keep flowing," they ain't me to stop Was back Big Nose John was my human beat box We'd skip school, hit open campus and watch out for street Now I'm known the town as that nigga that raps From the that made high to them G roll traps And I was still making demo's, the craft And some said I wouldn't make it, they would and laugh So I picked up a couple books by Goins Bout the business of this shit, how to a few coins Before the age of eighteen, I was to make it My account read Disturbing The Peace, incorporated
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?
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 the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
Age eighteen, I'm strugglin', just to But got a gig for change at 97.5 Now I'm on the radio, increasing their numbers Ludacris but alias was Cris Luva Luva Late nights I'm in studio and using they tools Me and Puma smoking weed and breaking all of rules And I was krunk, all the big wigs was my songs But did shit and they was taking too long So years went past, and I saved enough cash To my own record label and put myself on blast The album was independent, it was for the streets I sold a one thousand in my first fuckin' week went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand All the record companies bite me, but I Def Jam And the main reason I made it and I love the A-town Was 'cause the block had its eye down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these Glocks up, hats down, fiends in streets So please pay when you're coming around 'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, in these streets So please pay when you're coming around 'Cause the block got eyebrows down, ya heard me?