Welcome to the get out. Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot, see the same old thing, same dope, means cops. Just the average day in the streets, California vibe, 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 mom's tears. She couldn't have been over four or five, and if my meat was on base, she would still be alive. But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death, brothers takin' each other's lives and goin' 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, seein' dope fiends livin' off canned goods. Fifteen niggas on the corner, and niggas die young in California, 5-0 or get a dope case in Florida. You can have your ass on America's Most Wanted, but I don't slang or even gang bang, and though my old school homies do the same thing, I still got love, cause you gotta live, so you can give, and raise a family, G, but you gotta do your best slangin' D-O-P-E, so keep a grip on yourself and stay mellow, and welcome to the ghetto. Welcome to the ghetto, welcome to the ghetto, welcome to the ghetto, welcome to the ghetto. From across the seas comes cocaine, but you never seen a black man fly the plane, look at the news of young black death, was it drug related, take a guess, I flash when I look in the mirror black, cause my reflection is a nine millimeter gap, I think about genocide, and have thoughts on my homies who died, everybody backstabbing, but I ain't the one to talk, I'm in the gap, death give a *** about your color, but yet I see more dead young brothers, I'm going crazy out here, seein' 24 brothers die by the end of the year, and I still gotta deal with the 5-0, and I stopped sellin' dope in 9-0, but if it came to it, I'd probably still do it, put a 9 in my drawers, 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, to open up the door for them old 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 Extra large and S-T-I, C-E makin' niggas feel like jella, and welcome to the ghetto I wanna haul up, the way they do my life, welcome to the ghetto Ain't no justice, it's just us, and every nigga with the guts, lust to bust At the police, niggas can't get peace, sendin' troops to the ghetto like the Middle East My homie on the block got beat down, and he never sold a ounce or key or pound Suicide was a notion, sometimes I wanna run and dive in the ocean But killin' myself ain't the answer, cause the problems of the world need a cure like cancer And everybody see the problem but the president, and he ain't livin' in the ghetto so that's evident I quit pullin' over, *** the police, cause they be ridin' the king like a savage beast Now mother***ers on my block think it's block time, open up season on cock time So welcome to the ghetto, where niggas try to play your ass like a cello The mayor got the projects boarded up, and the whites and the blacks all sorted up My people livin' in poverty, and every time I wanna max, I'm on a mother***er property Make me wanna get the Gatoo, and pill a cap too, I give a *** about the tattoo Tears, spendin' years in a P.E.N., cop dead, gone with the wind *** love in the ghetto, see, 187,000 G Number one in Harlem, the way they do my night Welcome to the ghetto Number one in Harlem, the way they do my night Welcome to the ghetto Number one in Harlem, the way they do my night Welcome to the ghetto Number one in Harlem, the way they do my night Welcome to the ghetto Welcome to the ghetto Welcome to the ghetto Welcome to the ghetto Welcome to the ghetto