Yea, gotta feel me on this one Ain't none of this shit happen over night I'm talking bout a long time coming motherfucker!
[Chorus] It ain't clean in these streets, its mean in these Glocks up hats down fiends in these streets So please pay attention when you're coming around To cut the block got its eyebrows down, ya heard me?
Yea I'm still back for the first damn time So grab a hold of your seat while I open your mind And take you back from when I dropped down from heaven And I came out my moms and had a mic as my a fucking weapon When I was three I was just a little D But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a real MC And at the age of nine I wrote my first rhyme Soon rapping became one of my favorite pastimes Every where that I went spitting and babbling Showing my ass, growing up then started traveling From one city to the next, Luda landed in the ATL Where the pimps and the players dwell I made a tape, did shows and got exposure And kept learning as my black ass got olda No matter what I just kept at my trade I made mistakes but stayed sharper then a Ghitsu blade
Age fourteen, my talent show a beast outta cage I would of won but disqualified for jumping off stage But I ain't care, cause this game has started to open its arms When I was at Benicka High School pulling fire alarms So I could get a crowd around me, make a name for my block People told me "keep flowing," they ain't want me to stop Was back when Big Nose John was my human beet box We'd skip school, hit open campus and watch out for street cops Now I'm known around the town as that nigga that raps From the hills that made high to them G roll traps And I was still making demo's, perfecting the craft And some said I wouldn't make it, they would giggle and laugh So I picked up a couple books by Donald Goins Bout the business of this shit, how to flip a few coins Before the age of eighteen, I was destined to make it My bank account read Disturbing The Peace, incorporated
Age eighteen, I'm strugglin', just to survive But got a gig workin' for change at 97.5 Now I'm rapping on the radio, increasing their numbers Still Ludacris but alias was Cris, Luva Luva Late nights I'm in the studio and using their tools Me and puma smoking weed and breaking all of their rules And I was krunk, all the big wigs was hearing my songs But nobody did SHIT and they was taking too long So three years went past, and I saved enough cash To make my own record label and put myself on blast The album was independent, it was just for the streets I sold a thousand copies in my first fuckin' week Then went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand All the record companies bite me, but I chose Def Jam And the main reason that I made it and I love the A-town Was 'cause the block had its eye brows down, ya heard me?
Yea, been waiting a life time to get what the fuck I got It's real man, hardest working nigga in show business Believe that Shout out to Lil' Fate, I Dub, Titi Boi, Shakazulu Yea! Woo!
Peoples music that I used to play, some happy and some jealous 'Cause I'm showered with cash and they can't remove their Umbrellas Peoples music that I used to play, some happy and some jealous 'Cause I'm showered with cash and they can't remove their Umbrellas