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O.G.

[Verse 1:
Yeah, 2-0 an OG I first came out
DTP is the and yeah we will bang out
I had one call, no the mac didn't miss
the bullet looked, saw it was me, and it back in the clip
the gangs where I'm from, but most the sides is ours
so if a nigga talking shit, we'll ride this song
And be careful wat you saying when you under breath
and throw up signs like the neighborhood's gone deaf
Now nigga that's gangsta, no spoken
just one head nod and head's bust open
This whole cool we only got one question
in about three seconds, which side are you
We used to hands, now it's blast on blast
you got a pass from the now the pass gone past
Watch the colors on your rag in the pockets you em
and the way you braid your hair, real niggaz is watching, YEAH

Butch Cassidy]
Gangsta forever I'm it never
it's been done for life and it's done in all
it or love it, I ain't for no dumb shit
when you in the street, you see the you should run with
Cause we it clean
when most of them lean
they come, here we come, cause a scene then they run
Go and get your gun, and smoke that when you done

2: I-20]
And oh I'm affiliated (a rider is born)
and if you I can demostrate it (try all you want)
Man, lets get one started bitch, I'm banging your set
the first down south nigga with a rep
1 album, 5 months, I'm one in the hood
a low-low 3 wheels, 2 hoes and I'm
Pull the gat, squeeze something nigga put 'em to
even these techs mean something nigga, 'em and weap
You grinding hard to get yours while the is good
you got jumped in the club for repping your hood
Eastside D-E-C, nobody's a punk
we'll pull something out the trunk, put you in the trunk
Look, ghetto, nigga, follow the rules
we throw a party you come home from jail, not school
It sound sad but it's love nigga, it at that
and every love a street nigga, this is a fact, C'mon

[Verse 3:
And I was born in the hood, so I'll die for the
niggaz think it's all good 'til I swing on their
(Gangsta, Gangsta) where every it
but ain't nobody meaning it, cause I I ain't seeing it
Real thugs don't party they hold up the wall
and buy bottles just in case wanna start up a brawl
an everyday thing nigga, home of the pen
where niggaz wear the same color like it's part of skin
Down or out West, look it's one in the same
dark or all blue, shit it's all in the gang
You better watch your handshake you greeting your boys
cause if they your man fake, they'll be heating your boys
Even the bitches get when they knowing it's beef
they got her man in the pen and her in the street
It's the neighborhood bullshit I admit
but I'll be thuggin 'til they bury me, I'm this shit

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