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O.G.

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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 back in the clip
it's the gangs I'm from, but most the sides is ours
so if a nigga talking shit, just ride this song
And be careful wat you saying when you your breath
and throw up signs the whole neighborhood's gone deaf
Now nigga that's gangsta, no words
just one nod and your head's bust open
This whole cool we only got one question
in about three seconds, which side are you
We used to throw hands, now it's blast on
you got a pass from the homey now the gone past
Watch the colors on your rag in the you rock em
and the way you braid hair, cause real niggaz is watching, YEAH

[Chorus: Butch
forever I'm leaving it never
it's been done for and it's done in all weather
Like it or love it, I ain't for no shit
when you in the street, you see the niggaz you run with
we keeps it clean
when of them gangstas lean
Here they come, here we come, a scene then they run
Go and get your gun, and smoke that shit you done

[Verse 2:
And oh yeah I'm affiliated (a is born)
and if you I can demostrate it (try all you want)
Man, lets get this one bitch, I'm banging your set
the first down south 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, something nigga put 'em to sleep
these techs mean something nigga, read 'em and weap
You grinding hard to get yours while the is good
you got jumped in the club just for repping your
Eastside D-E-C, where nobody's a
we'll something out the trunk, then put you in the trunk
Look, ghetto, nigga, follow the rules
we throw a party when you 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 it's all good 'til I swing 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 nigga, home of the pen
where niggaz wear the same like it's part of they skin
Down or out West, look it's one in the same
read or all blue, shit it's all in the gang
You better your handshake when you greeting your boys
cause if they your man fake, they'll be heating your boys
Even the bitches get down when they it's beef
they got her man in the pen and her in the street
the neighborhood bullshit I gotta admit
but I'll be thuggin 'til they me, I'm loving this shit

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