Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let You Know, artist - Freeway. Album song Freedom of Speech, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Let You Know |
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 |
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 |
+ (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 |
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 |
+ (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 |
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 |
+ (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) |