OG Anthem

[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 didn't miss

the bullet looked, saw it was me, and it jumped back in the clip

it's the gangs where I'm from, but most the sides is ours

so if a nigga talking shit, we'll just ride this song

And be careful wat you saying when you under your breath

and throw up signs like the whole neighborhood's gone deaf

Now nigga that's gangsta, no words spoken

just one head nod and your head's bust open

This whole cool team we only got one question

in about three seconds, which side are you reppin

We used to throw hands, now it's blast on blast

you got a pass from the homey now the pass gone past

Watch the colors on your rag in the pockets you rock em

and the way you braid your hair, cause real niggaz is watching, YEAH

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

Gangsta forever I'm leaving it never

it's been done for life and it's done in all weather

Like it or love it, I ain't for no dumb shit

when you in the street, you see the niggaz you should run with

Cause we keeps it clean

when 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 shit when you done

[Verse 2: I-20]

And oh yeah I'm affiliated (a rider is born)

and if you want I can demostrate it (try all you want)

Man, lets get this one started bitch, I'm banging your set

the first down south nigga with a westcoast rep

1 album, 5 months, I'm number one in the hood

a low-low 3 wheels, 2 hoes and I'm good

Pull the gat, squeeze something nigga put 'em to sleep

even these techs mean something nigga, read 'em and weap

You grinding hard to get yours while the getting is good

you got jumped in the club just for repping your hood

Eastside D-E-C, where nobody's a punk

we'll pull something out the trunk, then put you in the trunk

Look, everybody's ghetto, nigga, follow the rules

we throw a party when you come home from jail, not school

It sound sad but it's love nigga, leave it at that

and every bitch love a street nigga, this is a fact, C'mon

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: I-20]

And I was born in the hood, so I'll die for the cause

niggaz think it's all good 'til I swing on their boss

(Gangsta, Gangsta) where every screamining it

but ain't nobody meaning it, cause I know I ain't seeing it

Real thugs don't party they just hold up the wall

and buy bottles just in case they wanna start up a brawl

It's an everyday thing nigga, home of the pen

where niggaz wear the same color like it's part of they skin

Down south or out West, look it's one in the same

dark read or all blue, shit it's all in the gang

You better watch your handshake when you greeting your boys

cause if they know your man fake, they'll be heating your boys

Even the bitches get down when they knowing it's beef

they got her man in the pen and her kids in the street

It's the neighborhood bullshit I gotta admit

but I'll be thuggin 'til they bury me, I'm loving this shit

[Chorus: x2]