Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) - “Don’t Do It”
[Emcee(s): Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
[Producer(s): Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
[Co-Producer(s): Looie II]
[Sample (Melody): Sammy Davis Jr. - “Baretta’s Theme (Keep Your Eye on the Sparrow)” (0:00 and 0:18)]
[Intro: Agu (AKA 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: Agu (AKA 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 ass, 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 niggas fuck up the real story, I rep the territory
Where young niggas 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 piss in. Niggas make hoes wives, marry ‘em
Now the same lips they suck with, they’re kissing. I know
Life ain’t nothing but 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: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Straight up, these streets’ll
Soak you up and piss you out, eat you up and shit you out
Them thugs’ll soak you up, they pull them pistols out
Price of coke 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. Fuck with Agu, know what
The kid’s about—I turn your clothes red like you’re Damu
Paramedics trying to calm you, revive you with the shockers
I put more niggas 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 niggas
Move more weight than convicts bench steel
A-Team, Fifty Cent. This supreme killer
Been from Fort Greene [?]
Brooklyn streets burn like Hell from their burning shells, niggas had
Land and riches off the liquor, hands of snitches. It’s scandalous
Creatures with plans to get richest—y’all don’t want to do that
[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 3: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Ladies and gents
Of the jury found me guilty as charged, you don’t
Want to see a nigga 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 prostitution. I take the bench and confess
To prosecution—that make the defense rest. I 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 plead
Innocent to forgery and theft—I don’t do that
[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)
