[Verse 1: Sneak] They're begging me for what's hot In the form of hip-hop Music tellin' the kids what's real and what's not Cue cards telin' me how to feel and how to respond Which I'm not fond of Time's up, you wish your rap's like McDonald's Boy, wear your commas More heart than the Tin Man, post-op What it take to be on the top Onstage talkin' about what it take to be on the block Screaming "f** the cops" One hand on my co*k, the other one in her bra All in lieu of love, at least we got hip-hop [Chorus: Y-Angel] See no evil, speak no evil Close your eyes, bless the people Chop the trees, light the trees Get that paper, smoke that weed That's the code Never fold 'Til we leave Trust in me [Verse 2: Y-Angel] Rich man that's eighty-somethin' With a gold-digger that's ridin' on 'im I'm an oldtimer in a young body In my bed imagining Showbiz abducting me And having all these ladies listening Taking their brains, lobotomy And since God said no science fair And kept me out the projects My stories got a different status quo And it goes no, I ain't no house n***a So don't bother me with that homework 'Cause I'd rather be in my field Tillin' my rap sk**s until my rap sk**s have me shining magically (Sneak: Tru-trust in me) [Chorus: Y-Angel] See no evil, speak no evil Close your eyes, bless the people Chop the trees, light the trees Get that paper, smoke that weed That's the code Never fold 'Til we leave Trust in me [Outro: Sneak] Tru-trust in me, trust in me (x2) Trust in me, tru-trust in me (x2)