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O.G.

1: I-20]
Yeah, 2-0 an OG since I came out
DTP is the and yeah we will bang out
I had one close call, no the mac didn't
the looked, saw it was me, and it jumped back in the clip
it's the gangs where I'm from, but most the is ours
so if a nigga shit, we'll just ride this song
And be careful wat you saying you under your breath
and throw up like the whole neighborhood's gone deaf
Now nigga gangsta, no words spoken
one head nod and your head's bust open
This whole cool team we only got one
in about seconds, which side are you reppin
We used to hands, now it's blast on blast
you got a pass from the homey now the gone past
Watch the colors on rag in the pockets you rock em
and the way you braid your hair, cause real is watching, YEAH

Butch Cassidy]
Gangsta forever I'm it never
it's been for life and it's done in all weather
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 gangstas
they come, here we come, cause a scene then they run
Go and get your gun, and that shit when you done

2: I-20]
And oh yeah I'm (a rider is born)
and if you want I can 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 number one in the
a 3 wheels, 2 hoes and I'm good
Pull the gat, squeeze nigga put 'em to sleep
even these techs mean something nigga, read 'em and
You grinding hard to get while the getting is good
you got jumped in the club just for repping your
Eastside D-E-C, where a punk
we'll pull out the trunk, then put you in the trunk
Look, ghetto, nigga, follow the rules
we a party when you come home from jail, not school
It sound sad but it's love nigga, leave it at
and every bitch a street nigga, this is a fact, C'mon

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

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