Artist: The Game f/ Problem, Ty Dolla $ign, YG
Album:  The Documentary 2.5
Song:   Up on the Wall
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[The Game]
Old pussy-ass mark, bitch-ass buster
Think you from L.A. cause you listen to some Mustard
This is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like fo' 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 bandanna wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Wienerschnitzel, got socked in the jaw
by some 60s - I bombed back
The nigga pulled out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked and he missed me
Now I'm back to Bompton
Before I hit the hood a nigga gotta stop in the Swanson
Pick up a sack, had fifty for an eighth
And I only had fifty, made it last all day
Smokin with the homies, my nigga G Weed from 'nellas
My nigga Hooter from Athens Park stay brackin
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray still active
And the Cedars ain't givin no passes while we askin

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
How you gon' bang if you really ain't from L.A.?
We spray your gang up on the wall
... Tell me
And how you gon' flag 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 bandanna 'round the rear-view
"Where you say you from, Blood? Niggaz can't hear you"
Flag on the left side claimin you a Blood
Blue rag on the right side callin niggaz Cuz
'Bout to get your mark-ass chalked out on the West
This for all my niggaz in the pen beatin on they chest like
I said I need some pussy on my motherfuckin wall
And I ain't got my commissary yet
I said the next motherfucker try to steal a cigarette
He gon' get a fuckin pencil to the neck

[YG] + (Game)
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 niggaz really get it poppin
Tree Top niggaz like the Hoovers in Bompton
Big Buddah, Syke O, Slim 4, Lil Rack{?}
Q-Ball, Lil' Wolf, TK, Big Back
YZ, 40 Duty, need three, two strap
Quisha and Miss Lisa house where we at
It's the gang bang capital, two T's capitals
The enemies know the business, this shit is factual
Bompton's most hated, fuck it, shoot out and fade it
So my momma stay awake cause her son be gang bangin
You don't know about the put-ons and DP's
Hangin out on the block comin through to squeeze
Some outta town niggaz disrespectin
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 niggaz from Denver Lane that'll ride
I got esés that'll kill you at your job
I got some Lueders by the Wienerschnitzel
Hangin out with the pistols, makin sure shit official
Big Hoose and Day 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, knock out, 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 Neighborhood
Get your ass dope fiend slippin in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, Girch from Santana
Rock from Nutty Blocc, we tied our bandannas
And for my little nigga Frog I gotta stay active
Blood in, Blood out, what's brackin?

[Interlude: Game]
R.I.P O.G. T.C.
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

[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 co-sign
.45, devil in disguise, free dope trial
Westside, ride 'em off Third 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 deuce, rest in peace 4 Bent
What!

[Chorus]