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