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O.G.

1: I-20]
Yeah, 2-0 an OG since I first out
DTP is the and yeah 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 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 signs the whole neighborhood's gone deaf
Now nigga gangsta, no words spoken
just one nod and your head's bust open
This whole cool team we only got one
in about three seconds, which are you reppin
We used to throw hands, now it's blast on
you got a pass from the homey now the gone past
Watch the on your 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 leaving it
been done for life and it's done in all weather
Like it or love it, I ain't for no dumb
when you in the street, you see the niggaz you run with
Cause we it clean
most of them gangstas lean
Here they come, here we come, cause a then they run
Go and get your gun, and smoke that shit 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, lets get this one started bitch, I'm banging 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
the gat, squeeze something nigga put 'em to sleep
even techs mean something nigga, read 'em and weap
You grinding hard to get yours the getting is good
you got jumped in the just for repping your hood
D-E-C, where nobody's a punk
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 home from jail, not
It sound sad but it's 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 it's all good 'til I swing on their boss
(Gangsta, Gangsta) where screamining it
but ain't nobody meaning it, I know I ain't seeing it
Real don't party they just hold up the wall
and buy bottles just in they wanna start 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, shit it's all in the
You better watch your handshake you greeting your boys
cause if know 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 kids in the
It's the neighborhood I gotta admit
but I'll be thuggin 'til they me, I'm loving this shit

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