The first is:
The first is:
1. Leslie Edward Pridgen (born March 24, 1977), better known by his stage name Freeway, is an American rapper. Freeway a.k.a. Philly Freeway began rapping while in high school. He later met fellow rapper Beanie Sigel, who would be signed to Roc-A-Fella and later help Freeway get a contract with the record label. Freeway became one of the label's most visible artists after making his first appearance on The Dynasty: Roc La Familia in 2000 and appearing on several other Roc releases before putting out his solo album, Philadelphia Freeway.
The album was produced primarily by Roc-A-Fella-affiliated artists--Just Blaze, Bink!, Kanye West--and featured mostly Roc-A-Fella rappers as well, many of them from State Property: a Philadelphia-based bunch of Roc members that Freeway and Beanie Sigel had compiled into a group. The album's biggest hit was What We Do, produced by Just Blaze and featuring Jay-Z & Beanie Sigel.
After relations between Beanie Sigel and State Property soured, whether he and Freeway are still friends is unclear. Though Beanie had said he didn't know if he'd work with State Property again, he was present at Jay-Z's I Declare War concert alongside Freeway.
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2. Freeway are a classic British rock covers band based in York. A five piece playing primarily twin guitar rock music from the classic rock era of the 70s and 80s.
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3. A 3-piece blues rock band from Australia
Devil in You
Freeway Lyrics
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[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 why'all dunno how it go down in the hood
Freeweezy here to break it down to ya
[Verse 1 - Freeway]
Takes, everything you work with
Everything you got quick
From the cops wyle off the product
Show em what helped a lot 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) 'cause 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 a lot in the push
My [unknown] 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 [unknown]
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)
The song "You Don't Know" by Freeway Feat. Sparks is a rap song that talks about the struggles of living in the hood. The song starts with a female singing "You don't know" repeatedly, followed by Freeway introducing himself and describing his way of life. He talks about the difficulties of trying to survive every day in the hood where you have to use everything you work with and everything you got quickly, as the cops are always after them. He tells the story of how he and his friends were once pretending to push V's while two fiends walked up to them and brought him back to reality. Freeway brings the hood to the front porch of those who don't know how it is in the hood, telling them how his friends set up shop and move rocks on the front step because they are stuck in the hood, and street niggaz are up to no good.
The second verse is by O. Sparks, who talks about his struggles with trying to make it in the hood. He reveals how he had sleepless nights trying to make a living for himself, and he could not get enough rest. He had to hug the block and shake the police while they were busy shaking the bag. Sparks also talks about how he had to keep pumping because the block keeps on jumping, and he was pushing the roads and parking lots to let others know exactly what takes place in the ghetto when techs blow. He ends the verse by revealing how he had to run fast with his .38 special when the cops circle around him.
Line by Line Meaning
[Female Singing] You don't know
You have no idea
[Freeway - talking] Whoo..on the grind, uh, so gangsta, don't ya agree? uh
I am working hard on the street, and I am a tough guy, do you not think so?
[Freeway - talking] This just in case why'all dunno how it go down in the hood
In case you are unaware of how things happen in the ghetto
Tryna to survive in the hood everyday
Every day I try to stay alive in the ghetto
Takes, everything you work with
Living in the hood takes everything you have
Everything you got quick
Everything you have, you had to get quickly
From the cops wyle off the product
The police are always looking for drugs
Show em what helped a lot but I can't get it
I can't get the help that would benefit me the most
I hugged the block, light an L
I stayed on the corner and smoked a joint
Let my man hit it and ran with it
I let my friend smoke some weed with me and then he took off with it
Sell it nixed to the pops
I sell mixed drugs to the older generation
Hate to tell ya if he don't get it from me
I hate to say it, but if he doesn't get it from me,
Then he gon get it somewhere else
he's going to find it somewhere else
Sometimes I would if I was somewhere else
I often wish I was somewhere else
Me and my man on the corner with two crates
My friend and I are on the corner with two crates of drugs
Picture us rollin, somewhere else
Imagine us somewhere else living a different life
Pretendin to be pushin the V's
Pretending to sell cars
Then two fiends walked up to me
Then two addicts came up to me
Brought me back to reality
Brought me back to the harsh reality of the ghetto life
He want three and he want five
They each wanted different amounts
But my packed stash (why) 'cause the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease
I have a lot of drugs in my stash, because the police are always watching me
Crush on me, keep rollin by
They have their sights set on me and keep driving past
Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally
They're trying to arrest me literally
(You don't know)
You have no idea
How it is in the hood so Freeway bring the hood to your front porch
This is what life is like in the ghetto, and Freeway is bringing it to your doorstep through music
My niggaz duck court pour weed in the woods
My friends avoid court and smoke weed in the woods
Set up shop and move rocks on the front step
We set up a drug operation on the front step
How it is in the ghetto the tech blow hear shots echo
This is what life is like in the ghetto with gun violence
We can't let go, stuck on the block
We can't leave our corner, we're stuck here selling drugs
Stuck in the hood, street niggaz up to no good
We're stuck in the ghetto, and there are people here causing trouble
No rules, no trees just a lot in the push
There are no rules, no trees, just a lot of hustling
My [unknown] in the house, read my mouth
My crew is in the house, listen to what I'm telling you
Fuck the D's got a pocket to push
Forget the police, I have drugs to sell
Send fleas in the opposite way
Send my crew in the opposite direction
Quarter to one guess I stop at the ?
I usually stop at a certain place around 12:45
Gimme a grub, count up the profit I made
Give me some money, and I'll count up my earnings
Sell your first stack and cop you a gun
Sell your first load of drugs and buy a gun
We hear gun shots, we hardly amazed
We're so used to hearing gunshots that we're hardly fazed anymore
My man Willie Mays and Santana live on the run
My friends Willie Mays and Santana are on the run from the law
What does it mean? not goin' back
What does life mean? We can't go back to the way things were
Not gettin' caged, strong with a gat
We won't get locked up, we have a gun
Prepare for the raid
Get ready for a police raid
Listen Mothers, bodies still underaged
Listen mothers, there are still young kids dying
You better talk to your sons
You need to talk to your children
Send em on a straight line from the lines
Get them out of the drug trade
And move straight to the pen
Get them to focus on school and college
Sleep with a blade, husky niggaz touchin they chin
Sleep with a knife, big guys are touching their chins
Get bailed, get out and then they at it again
Get bailed out, get out of jail, and go back to doing the same things
All for the love of the pay
All for the love of money
Every since I don't stop waist side
Ever since I started hustling, I haven't stopped
Sparks had the ambition to ride
I had the drive to make it in the drug game
O. Town play games but I need this chain
My hometown is playing immature games, but I need this jewelry
Got me deep in the game
I'm heavily involved in the drug game
To the point, yea coulnd't get no rest, no sleep
I'm so consumed with the drug game, I'm not sleeping
All I did was hug the block
All I do is hang out on the corner
And shake the police while they shakin the bag
I dodge the police while they search my drugs
At age 18, like half a brick, crack got half the street
By the age of 18, half of the block was addicted to crack
Most of my always call me "Snoop"
Most of my friends call me "Snoop"
'Cause I couldn't cook this shit then
Because I couldn't make drugs properly yet
So I brought all my worst stylin fiends
So I sold to the least desirable customers
Runnin' back to the kid like "Sparks man, you sold me some bullshit"
They would come back to me complaining about the quality of drugs I sold them
But I kept on pumpin' cause the block kept on jumpin
I kept selling drugs because people kept buying them
I'm not stoppin', I was told the sky's the limit
I won't stop, I was told I have unlimited potential
Plus I'm tryna to push the roads
Plus I'm trying to sell drugs
And park the [unknown]
And park my car somewhere
And let you know what exactly takes places in the ghetto
And tell you exactly what happens in the ghetto
When techs blow
When guns are fired
When the cops circle, I know the bells like ?
When the cops are around, I know what to do
Run fast with that .38 special
Run quickly with my gun
Set up shop and sell rocks on the front step
Start selling drugs on the front porch
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: ROBERT BERKELEY DAVIS, PAUL MARK OAKENFOLD, STEPHEN JOHN OSBORNE
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