You Don't Know (In The Ghetto) Lyric Freeway PHILADELPHIA FREEWAY

(feat. Sparks)

[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 y'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 alot 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) 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 - 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 weed 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 alot in the push
My ? in the 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 ?
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 weed 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
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 the sky's the limit
Plus
I'm tryna to push the roads
And park the ??
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 weed 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)



 

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