[Intro: Pete Rock]
Uh-huh
Once again
Back to attack
C.L. Smooth
Talkin' 'bout the ghetto
Yeah
Ghettos of the mind
Let me hear what ya got, come on
[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock]
I catch a body at a party, sort of herbal with the verbal (Uh)
Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle (Woo, yeah)
Baggin' while you're lollygaggin', raggin', toe-taggin' (What?)
Assassin with the millimeter roars of a dragon (Yeah)
Here stood the black hood, thirsty for the ends (Uh-huh)
And for the love of money, kind of funny, new friends (Pss)
Public housing, a thousand in a tent (Ah)
So I'm forced to sell hell just to pay the rent (Uh-huh)
Killin' my own people (What?), I put 'em out of order (Uh-huh)
Just like the liquor store scene on every corner (Ah)
I'm tryin' but the kids keep cryin' and the bullets keep flyin' (Pow pow)
Look, a boy, he's on the curb just dyin'
Finally the cops come, dumb to the slum (Uh)
Pull out a gun and arrest the wrong one
Wax all the Puerto Ricans and Blacks
So they can never relax (Woo)
I dwell, might as well learn the facts
Pete Rock and C.L. can radio a shack up (Uh-huh)
Sparkin' off and have 'em all callin' for backup (Say what?)
"Watch another crime and you're gonna do time" (Yeah)
All this you'll find in the ghettos of the mind
Uh-huh
Once again
Back to attack
C.L. Smooth
Talkin' 'bout the ghetto
Yeah
Ghettos of the mind
Let me hear what ya got, come on
[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock]
I catch a body at a party, sort of herbal with the verbal (Uh)
Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle (Woo, yeah)
Baggin' while you're lollygaggin', raggin', toe-taggin' (What?)
Assassin with the millimeter roars of a dragon (Yeah)
Here stood the black hood, thirsty for the ends (Uh-huh)
And for the love of money, kind of funny, new friends (Pss)
Public housing, a thousand in a tent (Ah)
So I'm forced to sell hell just to pay the rent (Uh-huh)
Killin' my own people (What?), I put 'em out of order (Uh-huh)
Just like the liquor store scene on every corner (Ah)
I'm tryin' but the kids keep cryin' and the bullets keep flyin' (Pow pow)
Look, a boy, he's on the curb just dyin'
Finally the cops come, dumb to the slum (Uh)
Pull out a gun and arrest the wrong one
Wax all the Puerto Ricans and Blacks
So they can never relax (Woo)
I dwell, might as well learn the facts
Pete Rock and C.L. can radio a shack up (Uh-huh)
Sparkin' off and have 'em all callin' for backup (Say what?)
"Watch another crime and you're gonna do time" (Yeah)
All this you'll find in the ghettos of the mind
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