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]