Welcome to the get out. Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot, see the same old things, same dope fiends, cops, just the average day in the streets of California, 5-0, find a young girl dead around the corner, mommies on her knees, she had tears in her eyes, and her body 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 mommy's tears, she couldn't have been over 4 or 5, and if my meat was on base, she would still be alive, but now the street is a place, it 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, 15 niggas on the corner, and niggas die young in California, 5-0 or get a dope case in Florida, have your ass on America's Most Wanted, but I don't slang or either gangbang, 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, 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 9mm Gat, 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 ghetto, death give a *** about your color, but yet I see more dead young brothers, I'm going crazy out here, seeing 24 brothers die by the end of the year, and I still gotta deal with the 5-0, and I stopped selling dope in 9-0, but if it came to it, I'd probably still do it, put a 9 and my draws get straight to it, I hope that I never see the day, that I get 20 years for a cake, BKA 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-P-I, C-E making niggas feel like jello, and 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, 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, welcome to the ghetto, welcome to the ghetto, welcome to the ghetto, welcome to the ghetto.