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YUKMOUTH lyrics : "Do It BI"

[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 [x2]


[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 %#@! 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 x2]

[Verse 2]

When you was learnin how to boogaloo and pop lock
I was baggin opium 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 $#&@in 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 pushin O's on the block until the dope gone

[Hook x2]


[Verse 3]
When you was spinnin techniques learnin DJ %#@!

I was tryin to touch and hundred ki's like Freeway Rick
I was rollin with a mossberg like DJ Quik
Out here the Feds and the D.A. hit over he say %#@!

The block hot like a heatwave hit
But I'ma bubble on the low just like Freeway %#@!
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 x2]

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