Up On The Wall (feat. Problem, Ty Dolla $ign & YG)

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 don't know Ice Cube, today was a good day
 You ain't never been dropped off in the jungles
 Teared Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
 Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
 Stopped at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
 By 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
 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 Dallas
 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
 Mark-ass
 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
 I 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
 Ooh, I'm a Tree Top rep, all the
 Homies know is shoot choppers, handguns and Tecs
 Not unless my niggas really get it popping
 Tree Top niggas like the Hoovers in Bompton
 Big Budda, Syke o, Slim 4, [?]
 Q-Ball, Lil' Wolf, TK, big back
 YZ [?] three, two strap
 Quisha and Miss Lisa, house, where we at
 It's the gang bang capital, 2 T's capitals
 Enemies know the business, this shit is factual
 Bompton's most hated, fuck it, shoot out and fade it
 So my mama stay awake cause her son be gang banging
 You don't know about the put ons and DPs
 Hanging out on the block coming through to squeeze
 Some outta town niggas disrespecting
 I see why Suge Knight and Big U was arrested
 (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 lueders by the Weiner Schnitzel
 Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit official
 Big [?] and (they) 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, Girch from Santana
 Roc from Nutty Blocc, we tied our bandanas
 And for my little nigga Frogg I gotta stay active
 Blood in, Blood out, what's brackin'?
 R.I.P OG TC
 Shoutout to my big homie Bone 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 'em off (3rd) avenue
 Go at us, have your shirt wet as Lake Havasu
 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
 What
 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
 Mark-ass