Up On The Wall-Problem&YG&Ty Dolla $ign&Game
Old pussy ass Mark, bitch ass buster
Think you from LA cause you listen to some Mustard
This is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like four flats on the Cadillac
Nigga you ain't never been to a hood day
You ain't on no Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't never been on dropped off in the jungle
Teared Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Weinerschnitzel, got socked in the jaw
Bought some sixties
I bombed back, the nigga pulled out a strap
Said it's 6-0, I ducked then he missed me
Now I'm back to Bompton Bombing, before I hit the hood
A nigga gotta stop in the swans and pick up a sack
Had fifty for an eighth and I only had fifty
Made it last all day, smoking with the homies
My nigga G weed from [?]
My nigga Hooter from Athens Park stay brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray still active
And the Cedars ain't giving no passes
Why we asking?
How you gon bang if you really ain't from LA
We spray your gang up on the wall
Tell me
And how you gon' fade [?] if you really don't know the dance
I see you really don't bang at all
Murder was the case that they gave Game
Cops on the colors cause they know a nigga gang bang
Red bandana round the rear-view
"Where you say you from, Blood?" Niggas can't hear you
Flag on the left side claiming you a Blood
Blue rag on the right side calling niggas cuz
Bout to get your mark ass chalked out on the West
This for all my niggas in the pen beating on they chest like
Said I need some pussy on my motherfucking wall
And I ain't got my commissary yet
I said the next motherfucker try to steal a cigarette
He gon' get a fucking pencil to the neck
That's on the set, I'm a trick top rap baller
Homies know I shoot choppers, handguns and Tecs
Not unless my niggas really get it popping
Treetop niggas like the hoovers in Bompton
Big booty psycho [?]
[?] lil' wolf, TK, big back
YZ [?] three, two strap
Quisha and Miss Lisa, [?] we at
It's the gang bang capital, 2 T's capital
Enemies know the business, this shit is factual
Papa Smalls hate it, but shoot out and fade it
So my mama stay awake cause her son be gang banging
You don't know 'bout the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the block coming through to squeeze
Some outta town niggas disrespect
I see why Suge Knight [?]
(Can't forget about the Mexicans)
And I fuck with the villains and the swans on God
On God
I got niggas from Denver Lane that'll ride
I got esés that'll kill you at your job
I got some looters by the weinerschnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit official
Big [?] and [?] both got stripes
Both locked up for life, so if I ever hit the pen
I got a squad, hell yeah I'm on that gangsta shit
Nigga run up, knockout, he gon' think he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga don't even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, nigga 300 crips
My nigga Magic from Avalon
Draws from neighbourhood
Get your ass dope fiend, slipping in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, [?] from Santana
Roc from [?] Blocc, we tied our bandanas
And for my little nigga Frog I gotta stay active
Blood in, Blood out, what's brackin'
R.I.P OG TC
Shoutout to my big homie Bomb from Athens
Ridin' down Bentral 'bout to bust a right
On Piru street and scoop this nigga Problem up, Blood
What, green light and yeah it's go time
Product out the fo', they can get it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no cosign
45, devil in disguise, free dope trial
West side, ride [?] avenue
Go at us, how you shirt [?] have a suit
Pop pop diggity drop drop, hopped in a hotbox
Smashed off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollars only thing make sense
Fo' to the duece, rest in peace 4 Bent
How you gon bang if you really ain't from LA
We spray your gang up on the wall
Tell me
And how you gon [?] if you really don't know the dance
I see you really don't bang at all