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