You Don`t Know (in The Ghetto)(feat Sparks Lyrics

You Don`t Know (in The Ghetto)(feat Sparks lyrics

[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)

 

 

 [Thanks to  fito_sotelo@hotmail.com  for these lyrics]