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)