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    You Don't Know (In The Ghetto)

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      About "You Don't Know (In The Ghetto)"

      Lyrics for Freeway - "You Don't Know (In The Ghetto)"

      [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 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 a lot in the push
      My [unknown] 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 [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 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)

      SONGWRITERS:
      MICKEY DAVIS / KENNETH JOHNSON / LESLIE PRIDGEN / MINNIE RIPPERTON / RICHARD RUDOLPH / LEON WARE
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