It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in streets Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay 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 these So please pay attention when you're coming 'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
I'm still for the first damn time So grab a 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 three I was a little G But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a MC And at the age of I wrote my first rhyme Soon rapping one of my favorite pastimes Every where I went spitting and babbling Showing my ass, growing up started traveling From one city to the next, landed in the ATL the pimps and the players dwell I a tape, did shows and got exposure And kept as my black ass got older No what I just kept at my trade I made but stayed sharper then a Ginsu blade
It clean in these 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 these streets, it's in these streets Glocks up, hats down, in these streets So please pay attention when you're around 'Cause the block got it's down, ya heard me?
Age fourteen, my talent show a outta cage 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 School fire alarms So I get a crowd around me, make a name 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 school, hit open campus and watch out for street cops Now I'm known around the town as that nigga raps From the hills made high to them G roll traps And I was making demo's, perfecting the craft And some said I wouldn't make it, they giggle and laugh So I up a couple books by Donald Goins the business of this shit, how to flip a few coins Before the age of eighteen, I was to make it My bank account read Disturbing The Peace,
It clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, in these streets 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 coming around 'Cause the block got 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 Still Ludacris but alias was Luva Luva Late nights I'm in they studio and using tools Me and Puma smoking weed and all of their rules And I was krunk, all the big wigs was my songs But nobody did and they was taking too long So three went past, and I saved enough cash To make my own record and put myself on blast The album was independent, it was for the streets I sold a one thousand copies in my first fuckin' went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand All the record companies me, but I chose Def Jam And the main that I made it and I love the A-town Was 'cause the block had its eye brows down, ya me?
It clean in these 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 clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets Glocks up, hats down, in these streets So please pay attention when you're around 'Cause the got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?