But nobody did shit and they was taking too long
From one city to the next Luda landed in the ATL
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me
The main reason that I made it and I love the A town
Age 18, I'm struggling just to survive
And kept learning as my black ass got older
'Cause I'm showered with cash
Soon rapping became one of my favorite pastimes
Where the pimps and the players dwell
It's mean on these streets
The people's music I used to play some happy and some jealous
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me
So please pay attention when you comin' around
And they can't remove they umbrellas, uh
No matter what I just kept at my trade
I made a tape did shows and got exposure
It's mean on these streets
So I picked up a couple of books from Donald Goines
Believe that, shout out to Lil' Fate, I dub, Chaka Zulu, yeah woo
Me and Poon was smoking weed and breaking all of they rules
Was because the block had it's eyebrows down, ya heard me
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me
Blocks up, hats down
So grab a hold of your seat while I open your mind
It's mean on these streets
I made mistakes but still stayed sharper than a Ginsui Balde
It's mean on these streets
Everywhere that I went spitting and dabbling
Showing my ass growing up and started traveling
So I could get a crowd around me, make a name for my block
Fiends on these streets
I's back when big nose John was my human beatbox
To make my own record label and put my self on blast
Blocks up, hats down
It ain't clean on these streets
We talking about a long time coming motherfucker
I'm still back for the first damn time
It's mean on these streets
From the hills of Maze High to them G-roll traps
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Fiends on these streets
Fiends on these streets
It's real man, hardest working nigga in show business
Blocks up, hats down
Fiends on these streets
It ain't clean on these streets
Blocks up, hats down
My bank account read, disturbing the peace incorporated
It ain't clean on these streets
It's mean on these streets
When I was three, I was just a little G
But I didn't care 'cause this game has started to open it's arms
It ain't clean on these streets
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me
Age 14, my talent show, a beast out of cage
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Fiends on these streets
And take you back from when I dropped down from Heaven
Still Ludacris, but alias was Chris Lova, Lova
Fiends on these streets
Then at the age of nine, I wrote my first rhyme
And I was krunk, all the big wigs was hearing my songs
Fiends on these streets
Now I'm rapping on the radio increasing their numbers
Blocks up, hats down
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me
Now I'm known around the town as that, "Nigga that raps"
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Blocks up, hats down
And I came on my moms and I had a Mic as my fucking weapon
When I was at Banaker High School pulling fire alarms
It ain't clean on these streets
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Yeah, Ive' been waiting a lifetime to get what the fuck I got
All the record companies biting, but I chose Def Jam
It ain't clean on these streets
People told me keep flowing, they didn't want me to stop
Ain't none of this shit happen overnight
'Cause I'm showered with cash
The album was independent it was just for the streets
About the business of this shit and how to flip a few coins
The people's music, I used to play some happy and some jealous
Late nights I'm in a studio in using they tools
It ain't clean on these streets
I sold one thousand copies in my first fucking week
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me
I would have won, but got disqualified for jumping off stage
But I got a gig working for change at 97.5
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Fiends on these streets
It ain't clean on these streets
Blocks up, hats down
Before the age of eighteen, I was destined to make it
So 3 years went past and I saved enough cash
Blocks up, hats down
And some said I wouldn't make it, they would giggle and laugh
Then went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand
And they can't remove they umbrellas
Skipped out on school hit open campus and watch out for street cops
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me
It's mean on these streets
But if you looked in my eyes, you'd see the future of a real MC
It's mean on these streets
And I was still making demos perfecting the craft
