Welcome 2 Death Row

Lyrics

This is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one Welcome to Death Row People in the ghetto, don't you know it's Death Row People in the ghetto, don't you know it's Death Row People in the ghetto, don't you know it's Death Row People in the ghetto, don't you know it's Death Row Now my people in the ghetto I think it's about time a new breed has arrived So please get your groove on And to all that's against us, we really not offensive You ought to bе sanctified And if you know what I know about the peoplе stranded on Death Row People in the ghetto, don't you know it's Death Row Brothers and sisters People in the ghetto, don't you know it's Death Row People on Death Row People in the ghetto, don't you know it's Death Row Uh-oh [Verse 2: 2Pac] Don't ever underestimate the power of brothers Convicted felons and gangbangers from out of the gutter You show a chance, so we crept slow Me and Danny Boy stranded on Death Row For real though, money making, allergic to playerhaters and cowards faking Chicks come to get their pictures taken And ain't nothing left to say but, "Brother prey" Try to keep your head up and look for better days on Death Row [Chorus] (People in the ghetto, don't you know it's Death Row) That's right, y'all know what time it is (People in the ghetto, don't you know it's Death Row) This one for all the hood Gs, all the hard heads, knuckleheads. the squares People in the ghetto, don't you know it's Death Row The ones that go to church and the ones that go to jail 'all know what time it is. Your hands up and feel good. With this 1 right here. This is your boy Pac, spitting it out for my homeboy. Let y'all know what time it is. We stranded This ain't nothing wrong. Can you see your baby? Can you Picture Me Rollin on this Old Death Row track Can you see it? Danny Boy, you know, you going to go You better with this old smoking heat. I see. You know what, man, I'm out. That's really is in the head My homie Troy, you know what I'm saying? We just want to know. Let me know about your job. Good looking out Straight My Boy Pot. Good looking baby on the track. You know what I'm saying? We going to do this man. To the Dogg Pound Snoop miss your, a Sam sneak And to my father up above got, I'm thinking for everything Anything that you giving me, it's all of my inmates. We locked down right here, right here on Death Row. This is where we at. And like Dre said, I know you're bobbing your head. Come on now