Do It B.I.

(Hook)

Til the day that I die do it B.I.

Since I was born I was taught to keep it P.I.

I'm that ****** thugged out in the V.I.

And I've been slangin major "D" since I was knee high (2x)

(Verse 1)

When you was break dancin and back spinnin on ya nolium

My ******z wrap a thousand grams with patrolium

Jelly like like Belly, it ain't ******t that you can tell me

Once you trapped in the belly of the beast

With ******z waitin on the commissary

Locked in solitary confinement, no more grindin, wifey pondin diamonds

I'm a frontline soldier like a lineman

Guns firin', sirens, that's all in my enviroment

Gangstas, pimps, thugs, that's all in my enviroment

******z that's slung drugs with no thoughts of retirement

Ballin, timin, grindin, that's all in my enviroment

Expirement, when I blaze you up ****** the firemen

Call the coroner, set up shop on the corner

With rocks and marijauna, make it hot as a sauna

It's just another day in Oakland, California

I touch G's and never had a diploma, like that

(Hook 2x)

(Verse 2)

When you was learnin how to boogaloo and pop lock

I was baggin ***** and bloons at the hop spot

And slangin double ups to goons at the rock spot

We got the block locked, and give a ****** if the cops watch

This chop chop and turn ya car into a drop top

Just like a chop shop, blak blak, make a cop drop

Keep ya mouth shut, our neighbors don't talk to cops about us

They know we'll come and shoot they ****** house up

Rock ya ounce up, with ya little arm and hammer

I'm breakin pounds up, with jack knifes and sledge hammers

Some of my ******z in the feds locked up in the slammer

Some of my ******z got bread then headed for Atlanta

My family put the murder game down like Alpo

I hate my algebra class but still love to count dough

******z is breakin like turbo and o-zone

I was pu******n O's on the block until the **** gone

(Hook 2x)

(Verse 3)

When you was spinnin techniques learnin DJ ******t

I was tryin to touch and hundred ki's like Freeway Rick

I was rollin with a mos******erg like DJ Quik

Out here the Feds and the D.A. hit over he say ******t

The block hot like a heatwave hit

But I'ma bubble on the low just like Freeway ******t

I'ma follow all the codes, never be a snitch

Just concentrate on this "D" I whip and this "V" I flip

I stay Fila'd down in mobsta suits

If you talk to cops I shoot, let the choppa loose

Rest in Peace to Tupac and Big Poppa too

I never boogaloo like shaba do, I'm a mobsta, dude

(Hook 2x)