Y’all Don’t Hear Me Doe Young MC

[Verse 1]
Aight, open sesame. People stop stressin' me
We ain't back in school so fools stop testin' me
Cause so much needs to be said
And all these smart people actin' stupid yo it's making me fed
Cause they tell ya that crime don't pay
But ya look around the block. You see brother makin' dollars every day
And that lifestyle's kinda phat
Yeah they tellin' you it's right at home but you don't wanna hear that
You wanna be the pimp daddy, drivin' in the Caddy
With the brand new gear instead of rags that are ratty
Or maybe you'll deal in sacks
Not Fifth Avenue but the sacks where you pay no tax
With the girlies comin' out of the woodwork
Cause of all your hood-work. When you're with a babe your doin' good work
And money's rolling right, and business goin' tight
You rip a box of Trojans every night
But the best laid plans of mice and men
Will go all to Hell every now and again
So before you get your mac on and your crack on
You should find somethin' legal for you to fall back on
Don't worry bout pressure from peers
Cause they won't feel nothin' if ya get ten years
And you'll be livin' life low just to make some dough
Hell no! That ain't the way to go, but ya'll don't hear me doe