International Hustler Lyrics - Freeway

[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 

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[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 

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[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)