[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) 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
    [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 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 ??
  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)