It ain't clean in these streets, mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay when you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?
It clean in these 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?
I'm still back for the damn time So grab a hold of your seats while I open mind And take you back to I dropped down from heaven And I came out my moms and had a mic as my weapon I was three I was just a little G But if you looked in my 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 favorite where that I went spitting and babbling Showing my ass, growing up then traveling From one city to the next, landed in the ATL Where the pimps and the players I a tape, did shows and got exposure And kept learning as my black ass got No matter what I just kept at my I made mistakes but stayed sharper then a Ginsu
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 coming 'Cause the block got eyebrows 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 block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?
Age fourteen, my talent show a outta cage I would of won but disqualified for jumping off But I ain't care, this game has started to open it's arms When I was at Banneker High School pulling alarms So I could get a around me, make a name for my block People told me "keep flowing," they ain't want me to Was back when Big Nose was my human beat box We'd skip school, hit open and watch out for street cops Now I'm known around the town as that nigga that From the hills that made high to them G roll And I was still making demo's, perfecting the And some said I wouldn't make it, they would giggle and So I picked up a 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 bank account read The Peace, incorporated
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 coming 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in streets Glocks up, down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention when you're coming '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 on the radio, increasing their numbers Still Ludacris but alias was Cris 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 wigs was hearing my But nobody did and they was taking too long So three years went past, and I saved cash To make my own record 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 went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my 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 block had its eye down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, 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?
It ain't clean in these streets, mean in these streets Glocks up, down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention when you're coming 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?