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You don't know Whoo.on the grind, uh, so gangsta, don't ya agree? uh You don't know This just in case y'all dunno how it go down in the hood Freeweezy here to break it down to ya Tryna to survive in the hood everyday Takes, everything you work with and Everything you got quick From the cops wyle off the product Show would help alot but I can't get it I hugthe block, light an L Let my man hit it and I ran with it Sell a nick to ya pops Hate to tell ya, but if he don't get it from me Then he gon get it somewhere else Sometimes I wish that I was somewhere else Me and my man on the corner on two crates Picture us rollin, somewhere else Pretendin to be pushin a V Then two fiends walked up Brought me back to reality He want free 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 (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 No rules, no trees just alot in the push abandoned house, read my mouth Fuck the D's got a pocket to push Send fleas in the opposite way Quarter to one guess I'll stop at the chicks Get me a grub, count up the profit I made Rule number one Sell your first stack 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, roll with a gat Prepare for the raid Listen Mothers, while dey still underage You better talk to your sons Send em on a straight line for the line send em straight to the pen Sleep with a blade, husky niggaz chest in they chin Get bailed, get out and then they at it again All for the love of the pay (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 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 rose And park the lemon 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 (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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