You Don’t Know (In the Ghetto)

Lyrics

[Intro: Alaine Laughton & Freeway] You don't know Woo! Rise and grind Uh, it's so gangsta, don't ya agree? Uh! You don't know This just in case y'all don't know how it go down in the hood Freeweezy here to break it down to ya, listen [Verse 1: Freeway] Tryna to survive in the hood everyday Takes, everything you work with, everything you got quick From the cops, while off my product Show em what help a lot, but I can't get it I hugged the block, light an L, let my man hit it I ran with it, sell a nix to ya pops Hate to tell ya if he don't get it from me Then he gon get it somewhere else Sometimes I wish that I was somewhere else Me and my man on the corner on two crates Picture us rollin, somewhere else Pretendin to be pushin the V's Then two fiends walked up, brought me back to reality He want three and he want five But my packed stash (why), cuz the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease Crush on me, keep rollin by Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally [Chorus: Alaine Laughton & Freeway] You don't know How it is in the hood so Freeway bring the hood to your front porch My niggas duck court pour weed in the woods Set up shop, 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 in the block Stuck in the hood, street niggas up to no good [Verse 2: Freeway] No laws, no trees, just a lot in the push Abandoned house, read my mouth, fuck the D's, got a pocket to push Send fleas in the opposite way Quarter to one guess I stop at the chinks Grab me a grub, count up the profit I made Rule number one: sell your first stack, 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 niggas touchin they chin Get bailed, get out, then they at it again All for the love of the pay, holla! [Chorus: Alaine Laughton & Freeway] You don't know How it is in the hood so Freeway bring the hood to your front porch My niggas duck court pour weed in the woods Set up shop, 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 in the block Stuck in the hood, street niggas up to no good [Verse 3: Omillio Sparks] Ever since a young sty, waist side, Sparks had the ambition to ride No time to play games, I need this chain Got me deep in the game, to the point Yeah, couldn't get no rest, no sleep, all I did was hug the block And shake the police and while shakin' the bag At age 18, like a half a brick, crack filled up half the street Most of my always call me "Snoop" Cause I couldn't cook this shit 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 sky's the limit Plus I'm tryna to push the roads and park the limit Omillio let you know exactly what Takes place in the ghetto where the techs blow When the cops circle, I know to bounce like ? And run fast with that .38 special, holla, yeah [Chorus: Alaine Laughton & Freeway] You don't know How it is in the hood so Freeway bring the hood to your front porch My niggas duck court pour weed in the woods Set up shop, 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 in the block Stuck in the hood, street niggas up to no good