You Don't Know-Freeway

[Intro] [Female Singing] You don't know [Freeway - talking] Whoo..on the grind, uh, so gangsta, don't ya agree? uh [Female Singing] You don't know [Freeway - talking] This just in case why'all dunno how it go down in the hood Freeweezy here to break it down to ya [Verse 1 - Freeway] Tryna to survive in the hood everyday Takes, everything you work with Everything you got quick From the cops wyle off the product Show em what helped a lot but I can't get it I hugged the block, light an L Let my man hit it and ran with it Sell it nixed to the pops Hate to tell ya if he don't get it from me Then he gon get it somewhere else Sometimes I would if I was somewhere else Me and my man on the corner with two crates Picture us rollin, somewhere else Pretendin to be pushin the V's Then two fiends walked up to me Brought me back to reality He want three and he want five But my packed stash (why) 'cause the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease Crush on me, keep rollin by Tryna to put the cuffs on my black a** literally [Chorus - Freeway + (Female Singing)] (You don't know) How it is in the hood so Freeway bring the hood to your front porch My niggaz duck court pour w**d in the woods Set up shop and move rocks on the front step (You don't know) How it is in the ghetto the tech blow hear shots echo We can't let go, stuck on the block Stuck in the hood, street niggaz up to no good [Verse 2 - Freeway] No rules, no trees just a lot in the push My [unknown] in the house, read my mouth F**k the D's got a pocket to push Send fleas in the opposite way Quarter to one guess I stop at the ? Gimme a grub, count up the profit I made Rule number one Sell your first stack and cop you a gun We hear gun shots, we hardly amazed My man Willie Mays and Santana live on the run What does it mean? not goin' back Not gettin' caged, strong with a gat Prepare for the raid Listen Mothers, bodies still underaged You better talk to your sons Send em on a straight line from the lines And move straight to the pen Sleep with a blade, husky niggaz touchin they chin Get bailed, get out and then they at it again All for the love of the pay [Chorus - Freeway + (Female Singing)] (You don't know) How it is in the hood so Freeway bring the hood to your front porch My niggaz duck court pour w**d in the woods Set up shop and move rocks on the front step (You don't know) How it is in the ghetto the tech blow hear shots echo We can't let go, stuck on the block Stuck in the hood, street niggaz up to no good [Verse 3 - O. Sparks] Every since I don't stop waist side Sparks had the ambition to ride O. Town play games but I need this chain Got me deep in the game To the point, yea coulnd't get no rest, no sleep All I did was hug the block And shake the police while they shakin the bag At age 18, like half a brick, crack got half the street Most of my always call me "Snoop" 'Cause I couldn't cook this sh*t then So I brought all my worst stylin fiends Runnin' back to the kid like "Sparks man, you sold me some bullshit" But I kept on pumpin' cause the block kept on jumpin I'm not stoppin', I was told the sky's the limit Plus I'm tryna to push the roads And park the [unknown] And let you know what exactly takes places in the ghetto When techs blow When the cops circle, I know the bells like ? Run fast with that .38 special [Chorus - Freeway + (Female Singing)] (You don't know) How it is in the hood so Freeway bring the hood to your front porch My niggaz duck court pour w**d in the woods Set up shop and sell rocks on the front step (You don't know) How it is in the ghetto the tech blow hear shots echo We can't let go, stuck on the block Stuck in the hood, street niggaz up to no good (You don't know)