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O.G.

[Verse 1:
Yeah, 2-0 an OG since I first out
DTP is the gang and we will bang out
I had one close call, no the mac miss
the bullet looked, saw it was me, and it jumped back in the
it's the gangs where I'm from, but most the sides is
so if a nigga talking shit, we'll just ride song
And be careful wat you when you under your breath
and throw up like the whole neighborhood's gone deaf
Now nigga gangsta, no words spoken
just one head nod and your head's open
This whole cool team we got one question
in about seconds, which side are you reppin
We to throw hands, now it's 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 braid your hair, cause niggaz is watching, YEAH

[Chorus: Cassidy]
forever I'm leaving it never
it's been for life and it's done in all weather
Like it or 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 of them gangstas lean
Here they come, here we come, cause a then they run
Go and get your gun, and that shit when you done

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

[Verse 3:
And I was born in the hood, so die for the cause
niggaz think it's all good 'til I on their boss
(Gangsta, Gangsta) where screamining it
but ain't nobody meaning it, cause I know I ain't it
Real thugs party they just hold up the wall
and buy bottles just in case wanna start up a brawl
It's an everyday thing nigga, of the pen
where niggaz wear the same color like it's of they 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 you greeting your boys
cause if they know your man fake, they'll be heating boys
Even the bitches get down when they knowing beef
got her man in the pen and her kids in the street
It's the bullshit I gotta admit
but I'll be thuggin 'til they bury me, I'm loving shit

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