Welcome To the Ghetto (Explicit) - Spice 1

Lyrics by：R.L. Green/Jr./Terry Lewis/James Harris

Composed by：R.L. Green/Jr./Terry Lewis/James Harris

Produced by：Spice 1

Welcome to the ghetto

Living day by day in my hood on the spot

See the same old things same d**e fiends cops

Just an average day in the streets of California

Five oh find a young girl dead around the corner

Mommy's on her knees she had tears in her eyes

And nobody knew why the young girl had to die

People look ashamed it's been like this for years

Bloody sheets on her body face wet from her mama's tears

She coulda' been over four or five

And if mommy wasn't based she would still be alive

But now the street is a place

You could be swallowed by death

Brothas taking each other's lives

And going to rest in peace

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

My cousin died last year

And I still can't let go

I walk the streets of my city of my neighborhood

Seeing d**e fiends living off canned goods

15 n***as on the corner

And n***as die young in California

Five oh will get a d**e case and flaunt it

Have your a*s on America's most wanted

But I don't slang or either gangbang

And though my old school homies do the same thang

I still got love 'cause you gotta live

So you can give

And raise a family G

But you gotta do your best slanging D-O-P-E

So keep a grip on yourself and stay mellow

And welcome to the ghetto

Make me wanna holler they way they do my life

Welcome to the ghetto

Make me wanna holler they way they do my life

Welcome to the ghetto

Make me wanna holler they way they do my life

Welcome to the ghetto

Make me wanna holler they way they do my life

Welcome to the ghetto

From across the seas comes c*****e

But you never seen a black man fly the plane

Look at the news a young black death

Was it ** related take a guess

I flash when I look in the mirror black

'Cause my reflection is a nine millimeter gat

I think about genocide

And have thoughts of my homies who died

Everybody backstabbing

But I ain't the one to talk I'm into gaffling

Death gives a **** about your color

But yet I see mo dead young brothas

I'm goin' crazy out here

Seein' 24 brothas die by the end of the year

And I still gotta deal with the five O

And I stopped sellin d**e in nine O

But if I came to it

I probably still do it

Put a nine in my draws get straight to it

I hope that I never see the day

That I get 20 years for a cake

B-K-A as a key

So open up the door for the mo money

But I ain't gotta do that G

'Cause I'm down with the F-A to

The C to the U to the L-T-Y

G-nut X-tra large and

S-P-I-C-E make n***as feel like jello

And welcome to the ghetto

Make me wanna holler they way they do my life

Welcome to the ghetto

Make me wanna holler they way they do my life

Welcome to the ghetto

Make me wanna holler they way they do my life

Welcome to the ghetto

Make me wanna holler they way they do my life

Welcome to the ghetto

Welcome to the ghetto

Welcome to the ghetto

Welcome to the ghetto

Welcome to the ghetto

Welcome to the ghetto

Welcome to the ghetto

Welcome to the ghetto