It ain't 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 it's eyebrows down, ya 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 down, ya heard me?
I'm still for the first damn time So grab a hold of your seats 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 three I was just a G But if you looked in my eyes see the future of a real MC And at the age of nine I my first rhyme rapping became one of my favorite pastimes Every that I went spitting and babbling Showing my ass, growing up started traveling From one city to the next, landed in the ATL Where the and the players dwell I made a tape, did and got exposure And kept learning as my black ass got No matter I just kept at my trade I made mistakes but stayed sharper then a blade
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these So please pay attention when you're coming 'Cause the block got eyebrows 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 when you're around 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?
Age fourteen, my talent show a beast outta I would of won but 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 pulling alarms So I could get a crowd around me, make a for my block People told me "keep flowing," they want me to stop Was back when Big Nose John was my 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 make it, they would giggle and laugh So I up a couple books by Donald Goins Bout the business of this shit, how to flip a few Before the age of eighteen, I was to make it My bank account Disturbing The Peace, incorporated
It ain't clean in these streets, mean in these streets up, hats down, fiends in these streets So please pay attention you're coming around 'Cause the block got 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 attention when you're around the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
Age eighteen, I'm strugglin', to survive 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 they 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 too long So three went past, and I saved enough cash To make my own label and put myself on blast The album was independent, it was just for the 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 reason that I made it and I love the A-town Was the block had its eye brows down, ya heard me?
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 these streets, it's in these streets Glocks up, hats down, in these streets So pay attention when you're coming around 'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya me?