Mind Works

Lyrics

[Intro: Ghetto] My mind works like my nine works I'm not ashamed that I came from the dirt My mind works like my nine works I'm not ashamed that I came from the dirt [Verse 1: Ghetto] Yo, listen, young and I'm black and I'm unemployed And I've got my gun packed like I shoot to enjoy Marce was a stupid boy Talking like he knows me, I'm like "who's this boy?" Where does he live? I wanna shoot this boy Street or the crib, I wanna shoot this boy Man or a kid, I'm gonna shoot this boy Put two in his rib, I wanna shoot this boy, so This is just entertainment The sound of the street, there is no replacement Come like Notting Hill, shotting on the pavement Show me the Alizé, pass me the blaze, man Some say my life needs rearrangement Make dough quick 'cause I've got no patience Boydem keep me under surveillance And these toy cops, bet they're federal agents [Chorus: Ghetto] My mind works like my nine works When I load it up, I spit real fireworks I'm not ashamed that I came from the dirt I'm not ashamed I was raised in the church My mind works like my nine works When I load it up, I spit real fireworks I'm not ashamed that I came from the dirt I'm not ashamed I was raised in the church [Verse 2: Stanaman] Stanaman's too hot in the game I'm on top of the game, they dun know that I'm locking the game I cause pain to these n****s in the game Drug game or the thug game, it's my game And my name's too hot for the street game Street fame or street names, it's all the same Everybody wants a little bit of fame Roll with the big cash and the big chains And the big guns and big clips Everybody wants to push whips and get rich Everybody wants to act big and buss clips Everybody wants to chat shit and talk shit, it's all good, like Big clips Everybody wants to push whips and get rich Everybody wants to act big and buss clips Everybody wants to talk shit and chat shit, I'm telling them [Chorus: Ghetto] My mind works like my nine works When I load it up, I spit real fireworks I'm not ashamed that I came from the dirt I'm not ashamed I was raised in the church My mind works like my nine works When I load it up, I spit real fireworks I'm not ashamed that I came from the dirt I'm not ashamed I was raised in the church [Verse 3: Rage] Yeah, some say that my talk is cheap, how can my talk be cheap? Blud, man, the talk is deep I ain't tryna be thugged out Rudeboy, when I speak I reflect the street Pricks wanna talk their beef, but blud, can you walk the beef? I suggest you [?] the beef You don't want your mums to grieve Anyway, you'll gets murked, that's what I believe You best retrieve rudeboys 'cause you might receive Hollow tip slugs from this desert eag' So rest your beef 'cause you might just rest in peace My silencer silence n****s so it's hard to sleep Infrared clock heads so it's hard to peek Hard to creep, hard to think you're hard as me I'm the best MC here, n***a, arguably Rage MC, slewing n****s blatantly [Chorus: Ghetto] My mind works like my nine works When I load it up, I spit real fireworks I'm not ashamed that I came from the dirt I'm not ashamed I was raised in the church My mind works like my nine works When I load it up, I spit real fireworks I'm not ashamed that I came from the dirt I'm not ashamed I was raised in the church