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mr. voodoo - don't do it lyrics

mr. voodoo – “don’t do it”
[emcee(s): mr. voodoo]
[producer(s): agu (aka mr. voodoo)]
[sample (melody): sammy davis jr. – “baretta’s theme (keep your eye on the sparrow)”]

[intro: mr. voodoo]
yeah, yo, ayyo, ayyo, forget that, forget that. you know what? this ain’t gangster. this is criminal. yeah, criminal, nah’mean? not a thug, not a gangster. criminal. check it out. we do it like this

[verse 1: mr. voodoo]
you see
an armed black man with chrome, it’s danger. i’m an
armed, masked man, but i ain’t the lone ranger
you ain’t got blood—you got battery acid
the only battery i know is kicking your -ss, kid
i’m hood, fella. don’t need no one to buck steel for me
a goodfella—you’s a schmuck on wheels like morrie
i struck a deal, and won’t betray those there for me
while n-ggas f-ck up the real story, i’ll rep the territory
where young n-ggas know their b & e’s and
a & b’s before they know their abc’s
increased police presence the beast in essence
card-carrying white aryans trying to leave you
with no bucket to p-ss in. n-ggas make hoes wives
marry ‘em—now the same lips they suck with, they’re kissing. i know
life ain’t nothing but the o.g.’s puffing o-z’s
keeping hoes on knees, but take advice from this o.g., kid

[hook: sample from sammy davis jr. – “baretta’s theme (keep your eye on the sparrow)”]
don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time
(don’t do it)
don’t do the crime if you can’t pay the price
(don’t do it)

[verse 2: mr. voodoo]
straight up, these streets’ll
soak you up and p-ss you out, eat you up and sh-t
you out. them thugs’ll soak you up—they pull them pistols out
price of c0ke up in this here drought. provoked, i’ll pull them biscuits
out, choke you up, leave your wig twisted out. i’m rock and roll
you’re twist-and-shout. f-ck with agu, know what
the kid’s about—i turn your coats red like you’re damu
paramedics trying to calm you, revive you with the shockers
i’ll put more n-ggas under knives than the doctors
glock with the blocka-blocka. dressed in wigs, pump six-inch heels
bullets in wigs pumped from six-inch steel. i seen
n-ggas move more weight than convicts bench steel
eighteen, fifty-cent, and supreme, k!ller
been from fort greene, calvin klein to [?]
pertinent streets burn like h-ll from their burning sh-lls
n-ggas had land and riches. off the liquor, hand to snitches
it’s scandalous creatures with plans to get richest—y’all don’t want to do that

[verse 3: mr. voodoo]
hah
ladies and gents of the jury found me guilty as charged
you don’t want to see a n-gga like me still be at large. career
criminal—ain’t no denial. give me
the death penalty—don’t take it to trial
‘cause when a mic’s in my palm, it’s like a bomb
i’m guilty of illegal possession of a firearm
my flow’s dope—lock me in a penitentiary cell
for illegal drug possession with the intent to sell
wholesale—no bail—even feel me on tape
if the game’s a female, then i’m guilty of rape
better yet, pimping prost-tution. i’ll take the bench and confess
to prosecution—that make the defense rest. i’ll do this
right out the trunk—you can call that exporting
charging industry punks—you can call that extorting
but before you send me to the chair, scorch me to death
i’ll plead innocent to forgery and theft—i don’t do that

- mr voodoo lyrics

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