Up On The Wall
(专辑: The Documentary 2.5 - 2015)
[The 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 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 bracking Fo' line, deuce line, Bray still active And the
Cedars ain't giving no passes, why we asking? [Ty Dolla $ign:] 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 [The Game:] 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 [The Game:] 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 [YG:] 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 [The Game:] 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 Riding down Bentral 'bout to bust a
right On Piru street and scoop this nigga Problem up, Blood [Problem:] 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 [Ty Dolla $ign:] 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