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O.G.

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

[Chorus: Butch
Gangsta forever I'm leaving it
been done for life and it's done in all weather
Like it or love it, I for no dumb shit
you in the street, you see the niggaz you should run with
Cause we it clean
when most of them gangstas
Here they come, here we come, cause a scene then run
Go and get your gun, and smoke that shit when you

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And oh I'm affiliated (a rider is born)
and if you I can demostrate it (try all you want)
Man, get this one started bitch, I'm banging your set
the first down south nigga a westcoast rep
1 album, 5 months, I'm number one in the
a low-low 3 wheels, 2 hoes and I'm
the gat, squeeze something nigga put 'em to sleep
even these techs something nigga, read 'em and weap
You grinding hard to get while the getting is good
you got jumped in the club just for repping hood
Eastside D-E-C, where nobody's a
we'll pull out the trunk, then 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 nigga, leave it at that
and every bitch love a street nigga, this is a fact,

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

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