Butch Cassidy
OG Anthem
I-20O.G. ANTHEM[Verse 1: I-20]Yeah, 2-0 an OG since I first came outDTP is the gang and yeah we will bang outI had one close call, no the mac didn't missThe bullet looked, saw it was me, and it jumped back in the clipIt's the gangs where I'm from, but most the sides is oursSo if a nigga talking shit, we'll just ride this songAnd be careful wat you saying when you under your breathAnd throw up signs like the whole neighborhood's gone deafNow nigga that's gangsta, no words spokenJust one head nod and your head's bust openThis whole cool team we only got one questionIn about three seconds, which side are you reppinWe used to throw hands, now it's blast on blastYou got a pass from the homey now the pass gone pastWatch the colors on your rag in the pockets you rock emAnd the way you braid your hair, cause real niggaz is watching, YEAH[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]Gangsta forever I'm leaving it neverIt's been done for life and it's done in all weatherLike it or love it, I ain't for no dumb shitWhen you in the street, you see the niggaz you should run withLetras de cancionesCause we keeps it cleanWhen most of them gangstas leanHere they come, here we come, cause a scene then they runGo 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 setThe first down south nigga with a westcoast rep1 album, 5 months, I'm number one in the hoodA low-low 3 wheels, 2 hoes and I'm goodPull the gat, squeeze something nigga put 'em to sleepEven these techs mean something nigga, read 'em and weapYou grinding hard to get yours while the getting is goodYou got jumped in the club just for repping your hoodEastside D-E-see, where nobody's a punkWe'll pull something out the trunk, then put you in the trunkLook, everybody's ghetto, nigga, follow the rulesWe throw a party when you come home from jail, not schoolIt sound sad but it's love nigga, leave it at thatAnd 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 causeNiggaz think it's all good 'til I swing on their boss(Gangsta, Gangsta) where every screamining itBut ain't nobody meaning it, cause I know I ain't seeing itReal thugs don't party they just hold up the wallAnd buy bottles just in case they wanna start up a brawlIt's an everyday thing nigga, home of the penWhere niggaz wear the same color like it's part of they skinDown south or out West, look it's one in the sameDark read or all blue, shit it's all in the gangYou better watch your handshake when you greeting your boysCause if they know your man fake, they'll be heating your boysEven the bitches get down when they knowing it's beefThey got her man in the pen and her kids in the streetIt's the neighborhood bullshit I gotta admitBut I'll be thuggin 'til they bury me, I'm loving this shit[Chorus: 2x]
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