[Intro: Alaine Laughton & Freeway]
You don't know
Woo! Rise and grind
Uh, it's so gangsta, don't ya agree? Uh!
You don't know
This just in case y'all don't know 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, while off my product
Show em what help a lot, but I can't get it
I hugged the block, light an L, let my man hit it
I ran with it, sell a nix to ya pops
Hate to tell ya 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 the V's
Then two fiends walked up, 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: Alaine Laughton & Freeway]
You don't know
How it is in the hood so Freeway bring the hood to your front porch
My n***as duck court pour weed in the woods
Set up shop, 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 in the block
Stuck in the hood, street n***as up to no good

[Verse 2: Freeway]
No laws, no trees, just a lot 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 stop at the chinks
Grab 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, 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 n***as touchin they chin
Get bailed, get out, then they at it again
All for the love of the pay, holla!
[Chorus: Alaine Laughton & Freeway]
You don't know
How it is in the hood so Freeway bring the hood to your front porch
My n***as duck court pour weed in the woods
Set up shop, 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 in the block
Stuck in the hood, street n***as up to no good

[Verse 3: Omillio Sparks]
Ever since a young sty, waist side, Sparks had the ambition to ride
No time to play games, I need this chain
Got me deep in the game, to the point
Yeah, couldn't get no rest, no sleep, all I did was hug the block
And shake the police and while shakin' the bag
At age 18, like a half a brick, crack filled up 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 sky's the limit
Plus I'm tryna to push the roads and park the limit
Omillio let you know exactly what
Takes place in the ghetto where the techs blow
When the cops circle, I know to bounce like ?
And run fast with that .38 special, holla, yeah
[Chorus: Alaine Laughton & Freeway]
You don't know
How it is in the hood so Freeway bring the hood to your front porch
My n***as duck court pour weed in the woods
Set up shop, 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 in the block
Stuck in the hood, street n***as up to no good