You Don't Know (In the Ghetto) [feat. Sparks]

You don't know [Freeway - talking] Whoo. on the grind, uh, so gangsta, don't ya agree? uh 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 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) 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 a lot 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-aca