| Yeah
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| Gotta feel me on this one
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| Ain’t none of this shit happen overnight
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| We talking about a long time coming motherfucker
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| + (Tity Boi)
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| It ain’t clean on these streets (uh, uh)
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| It’s mean on these streets (yeah)
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| Blocks up, hats down
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| Fiends on these these streets
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| (So please pay attention when you coming around
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| Cause the blocks got it’s eyebrows down, ya heard me)
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| I’m still back for the first damn time
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| So grab a hold of your seat while I OPEN YOUR MIND
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| And take you back from when I dropped down from heaven
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| And I came on my moms and I had a MIC as my fucking weapon
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| When I was three I was just a little G
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| But if you looked in my eyes you would see the future of a real MC
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| And when i was nine I wrote my first ryhme
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| Soon rapping became one of my favorite pasttimes
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| Everywhere that I went spitting and dabbling
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| Showing my ass growing up and started traveling
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| From one city to the next luda landed in the ATL
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| Where the pimps and the players dwell
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| I made a tape did shows and got EX-PO-SURE
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| And kept learning as my black ass got OLDER
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| No matter what I just kept at my trade
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| I made mistakes but still stayed sharper than a GINSUI BLADE
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| Age 14, my talent show, a beast out of cage
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| Would have won, but got disqualified for JUMPING OFF STAGE
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| But I didn’t care cause this game started to open it’s arms
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| When I was at Banaker High School pulling fire alarms
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| So I could get a crowd around me make a name for my BLOCK
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| People told me keep flowing they didn’t want me to STOP
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| Back when big nose John was my human beatbox
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| Skipped out on school hit open campus and look out for street COPS
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| Now I’m known around the town as that «Nigga who raps»
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| From the hill of Maze high to them G roll traps
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| And I was still making demos perfecting the craft
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| Some said I wouldn’t make it they would giggle and laugh
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| So I picked up a couple books from DONALD GOINES
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| About the busimess of this shit and how to FLIP A FEW COINS
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| By the age of eighteen I was destined to MAKE IT
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| My bank account read DISTURBING THE PEACE INCORPORATED
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| Age 18, I’m struggling just to survive
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| But I got a gig working for change at 97.5
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| Now I’m rapping on the radio increasing their NUMBERS
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| Still Ludacris, but Alias was Chris LOVA, LOVA
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| Late nights I’m in the studio using they tools
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| Me and Poon was smoking weed and breaking all of they rtules
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| And I was krunk, ALL THE BIG WIGS WAS HEARING MY SONGS
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| But nobody did SHIT and they was taking too long
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| Three years went past and I saved enough cash
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| To make my own record company and put my self on BLAST
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| The album was independent it was just for the streets
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| I sold one thousand copies in my first fucking week
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| Then went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand
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| All the record companies biting, but I chose Def Jam
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| The main reason that I made it and I love the A town
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| Was because the BLOCK had it’s EYEBROWS DOWN, ya heard me
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| Yah, Ive' been waiting a lifetime to get what the fuck I got
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| It’s real man
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| Hardest working nigga in show business
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| Believe that
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| Shout out to Lil fate, I dub, Chaka Zulu
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| Yah Woo
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| The people’s music I used to play some happy and some jealous
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| Cause I’m showered with cash and they can’t remove they umbrellas
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| The people’s music I used to play some happy and some jealous
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| Cause I’m showered with cash and they can’t remove they umbrellas
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| Uh
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| You hear it raining don’t ya
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| You hear it rain |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eyebrows Down , by - Ludacris. Song from the album Chicken - N - Beer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп