Listen to Welcome To the Ghetto song with lyrics from Spice 1

Welcome To the Ghetto

Spice 130 Oct 1998

Welcome To the Ghetto Lyrics

Welcome To The Ghetto - Spice 1

Livin 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

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 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 d**e fiends livin off can goods

15 niggaz on the corner

And niggaz die young in California

5-0 'll get a d**e case and flaunt it

Have your a** 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)

And welcome to the ghetto

(welcome hard up with it to my life)

And welcome to the ghetto

(welcome hard up with it to my life)

And welcome to the ghetto

(welcome hard up with it to my life)

 

From across the seas comes coc*ine

But you never seen a black man fly the plane

Look at the news:a 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 sh*t 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 d**e 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)

And welcome to the ghetto

(welcome hard up with it to my life)

And welcome to the ghetto

(welcome hard up with it to my life)

And welcome to the ghetto

(welcome hard up with it to 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