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 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





(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

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





(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 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





(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)