I-20

O.G. 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: 2x]