OG anthem

I-20O.G. A
NTHEM[Verse 1: I-20]
Yeah, 2-0 an
OG since I first came out
DTP is the gang and yeah we will bang out
I had one close call, no the mac didnt missthe bullet looked, saw it was me, and it jumped back in the clipits the gangs where
Im from, but most the sides is oursso if a **** * talking *******t, well just ride this song
And be careful wat you saying when you under your breathand throw up signs like the whole neighborhoods gone deaf
Now ***** thats gangsta , no words spokenjust one head nod and your heads bust open
This whole cool team we only got one questionin about three seconds, which side are you reppin
We used to throw hands, now its blast on blastyou got a pass from the homey now the pass gone past
Watch the colors on your rag in the pockets you rock emand the way you braid your hair, cause real *****z is watching,
YEAH[Chorus: Butch Cassidy ]
Gangsta forever
Im leaving it neverits been done for life and its done in all weather
Like it or love it,
I aint for no dumb *******twhen you in the street, you see the *****z you should run with
Cause we keeps it cleanwhen most of them gangstas lean
Here they come, here we come, cause a scene then they run
Go and get your gun, and smoke that *******t when you done[Verse 2: I-20]
And oh yeah
Im affiliated (a rider is born)and if you want
I can demostrate it (try all you want)
Man, lets get this one started *******,
Im banging your setthe first down south *****with a westcoast rep1 album, 5 months,
Im number one in the hooda low-low 3 wheels, 2 hoes and
Im goodPull the gat, squeeze something ***** put em to sleepeven these techs mean something *****, read em and weap
You grinding hard to get yours while the getting is goodyou got jumped in the club just for repping your hood
Eastside D-
E-C, where nobodys a punkwell pull something out the trunk, then put you in the trunk
Look, everybodys ghetto, *****, follow the ruleswe throw a party when you come home from jail, not school
It sound sad but its love * ****, leave it at thatand every ******* love a street *****, this is a fact,
Cmon[Chorus][Verse 3: I-20]
And I was born in the hood, so
Ill die for the cause*****z think its all good til
I swing on their boss(Gangsta, Gangsta) where every screamining itbut aint nobody meaning it, cause
I know I aint seeing it
Real thugs dont party they just hold up the walland buy bottles just in case they wanna start up a brawl
Its an everyday thing *****, home of the penwhere *****z wear the same color like its part of they skin
Down south or out
West, look its one in the samedark read or all blue, *******t its all in the gang
You better watch your handshake when you greeting your boyscause if they know your man fake, theyll be heating your boys
Even the ******* get down when they knowing its beefthey got her man in the pen and her kids in the street
Itsthe neighborhood bull*******t
I gotta admit but
I'll be thuggin till they bury me,
Im loving this *******t[Chorus: 2x]