Butch Ca**idy - OG Anthem lyrics

[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 n***a talking sh**, 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 n***a 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 pa** from the homey now the pa** gone past Watch the colors on your rag in the pockets you rock em And the way you braid your hair, cause real n***as is watching, YEAH [Chorus: Butch Ca**idy] 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 sh** When you in the street, you see the n***as 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 sh** 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 b**h, I'm banging your set The first down south n***a 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 n***a put 'em to sleep Even these techs mean something n***a, 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, n***a, follow the rules We throw a party when you come home from jail, not school It sound sad but it's love n***a, leave it at that And every b**h love a street n***a, 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 n***as 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 n***a, home of the pen Where n***as 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, sh** 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 b**hes 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 bullsh** I gotta admit But I'll be thuggin 'til they bury me, I'm loving this sh** [Chorus: 2x]