Welcome to the ghetto (Verse 1) 
Livin day by day in my hood on the spot 
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops 
Just an 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 nobody knew why the young girl had to die 
People look ashamed it's been life this fo years 
Bloody sheets on her body face wet from her mama's tears 
She couldn'ta been over 4-5 
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 takin each other's lives 
And goin to 
REST IN PE
ACE 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 can goods 15 niggaz on the corner 
And niggaz die young in 
California 5-0 'll get a dope case and flaunt it 
Have your ass on "America's Most Wanted" 
But I don't slang or either gang-bang 
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 slangin 
D-O-P-E So keep a grip on yourself and stay mellow 
And welcome to the ghetto (welcome hard up with it to my life) ?? (chorus) 4x 
Welcome to the ghetto (welcome hard up with it to my life) (Verse 2) 
From across the seas comes cocaine 
But you never seen a black man fly the plane 
Look at the young black death 
Was it drug related,take a guess 
I flash when 
I look in the mirror black 
Cause my reflection is a 9 millimeter 
Gat I think about genocide 
And have thoughts of my homies who died 
Everybody backstabbin 
But I ain't the one to talk 
I'm into gafflin 
Death gives a shit 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 5-0 
And I stopped sellin dope in 9-0 
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 niggas feel like jello 
And welcome to the ghetto (Welcome hard up with it to my life) (chorus) 4x 
Welcome to the ghetto 7x