[Chorus: Spice 1]

Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands

(Welcome back to the ghetto)

Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life

(It's welcome back to the ghetto)

Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands

(It's welcome back to the ghetto)

Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life

(Welcome back to the ghetto)



[Spice 1]

Still livin' day by day and thug niggas don't play

Niggas thirty years old still out here slangin' yay

Goin' dub for dub, same block, same corner

Too much dr-a-drama out here in California

Different time, different year but still the same place

You ass niggas still throwin' rocks up in your face

Some niggas is still alive I stay in the cut

Some niggas incarcerated, some niggas straight nuts

Lost they mind somwhere in the game they confused

Said about the life they livin' walk in my shoes

You can't, cause I'ma rider

hopelessly lost up in the thug world, fast cars and girls

Gun cases, handcuffs, cops searchin' me thorough

Smokin' weed liftin' weights bitch places and girls

Gotta stay strong, it's not about how long you last

Don't ever let them, jealous motherfuckers speak on your casket

In the ghetto where niggas shoot it out in the rain

Mobb Buckets, shattered headlights, hopes and dreams

Wrote with schemes, niggas gettin' smoked with beams

It's hard to tell who's on the same team

Welcome back to the ghetto



[Chorus: Spice 1]

Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands

(Welcome back to the ghetto)

Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life

(It's welcome back to the ghetto)

Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands

(It's welcome back to the ghetto)

Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life

(Welcome back to the ghetto)



[Spice 1]

I'm worried about Ms Parker - that old lady she just sit on the porch

in a rockin' chair watchin' niggas come up short

She had a son three months ago

shot and killed in cold blood on his way to the store

Man you know - she used to wave to me, used to speak and say hi

But now all she do is stare with that look in her eye

Rockin' back and forth with no facial expression

I heard that she had a stroke from all her depression

Workin' hard all her life scrubbin' toilets and floors

And my nigga - he don't want his mama workin' no more

But the price for a better life they cost ya, ya own

I guess that's why my nigga never made it back home

In the ghetto front line where the game is ferocious

Babies sleepin' on the floor with the rats and roaches

Momma cookin' in the kitchen burnin' the rice

I'm still makin' sure the babies say they prayers at night

In the ghetto



[Chorus: Spice 1]

Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands

(Welcome back to the ghetto)

Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life

(It's welcome back to the ghetto)

Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands

(It's welcome back to the ghetto)

Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life

(Welcome back to the ghetto)



[Spice 1]

It's a nice place to visit but you don't wanna live

Little mini gangbangers, bad ass kids

Eleven years old, they got the Mack 10 tucked

Little shorty wanna be a thug anxious to buck

Tryin' to tell the little niglet, pick a book up and read

he said the game was his teacher

and the school was the streets

I think it's kinda selfish, everybody wanna million

Buildin' more jails and less schools for the children

In the ghetto, where the niggas k-a-keepin' it poppin'

You a veteran like me, a good job ain't an option

Who the hell is gonna hire a villian, an ex-con?

Tattoo's and stab wounds come back another time

Scars on my wrists from handcuffs too tight

Keep it gangsta but still manage to keep the Lord in my life

Lord please tell Lucither he need to turn the heat down

I'm feelin' the flames of hell underneath my feet now

In the ghetto



[Chorus: Spice 1]

Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands

(Welcome back to the ghetto)

Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life

(It's welcome back to the ghetto)

Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands

(It's welcome back to the ghetto)

Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life

(Welcome back to the ghetto)