Welcome 2 Death Row

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