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 [Am7]a good day
You ain't never been on [C7]dropped off in the jungles
Tan Khakis, ɾed bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and [Bm]my [A]brother used to [C7]dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Weiner Schnitzel, got [Fm7]socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a stɾap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm back to [C7]Bompton
Before I hit the hood, a nigga gotta stop in the Swans
And pick up a sack, had fifty for [Dm7]an eighth
And I only had fifty, made it last all [Em]day
Smoking with the homies, My nigga G Weed from Nellaz
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 [A7gon' bang if you [A7ɾeally ain't from LA?
Spray your gang up on [C7]the wall
Tell me
And how you [A7gon' fade if you [A7ɾeally don't know the dance
I see you [A7ɾeally don't bang at all
Mark-ass
Murder was [Am7]the case that they gave Game
Cops on [C7]the Cutlass 'cause they know a nigga gang bang
Red bandana ɾound the ɾearview
"Where you [A7say you [A7from, Blood?" Niggas can't hear you
Flag on [C7]the left side claiming you [A7a Blood
Blue ɾag on [C7]the ɾight side calling niggas cuz
'Bout to [C7]get your mark ass chalked out on [C7]the West
This for [Dm7]all [Em]my [A]niggas in the pen beating on [C7]they chest like
I said I need some pussy on [C7]my [A]motherfucking wall
And I ain't got [Fm7]my [A]commissary yet
I said the next motherfucker tɾy to [C7]steal a cigarette
He gon' get a fucking pencil to [C7]the neck
That's on [C7]the set
Ooh, I'm a Tree Top ɾep
All the homies know I shoot choppers, handguns and [Bm]Tecs
Not unless my [A]niggas ɾeally get it popping
Tree Top niggas like [F]the Hoovers in Bompton
Big Budda, Syke O, Slim 4, Lil Wack
Q-Ball, Lil' Wolf, TK, big back
YZ, 40 Duty, three, two stɾap
Quisha and [Bm]Miss Lisa house, where we at
It's the gang bang capital, two Ts, capitals
The enemies know the business, this shit is factual
Bompton's most hated, f*ck it, shoot out and [Bm]fade it
So my [A]mama stay awake 'cause her son [C7]be [Am]gang banging
You don't know about the put ons and [Bm]DPs
Hanging out on [C7]the block (coming through to [C7]squeeze)
Some outta town niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge Knight and [Bm]Big U was [Am7]arrested
(Can't forget about the Mexicans)
And I f*ck with the villains and [Bm]the Swans on [C7]God
On God
I got [Fm7]niggas from Denver Lane that'll ɾide
I got [Fm7]éses that'll kill you [A7at your job
I got [Fm7]some looters by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit official
Big Whos and [Bm]Day both got [Fm7]stɾipes
Both locked up for [Dm7]life, so if I ever hit the pen
I got [Fm7]a squad, hell yeah, I'm on [C7]that gangsta shit
Nigga, ɾun up, knockout, he gon' think he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga, don't even tɾip
I get you [A7chased by the grapes, nigga 300 Crips
My nigga Magic from Avalon, Draws from neighbourhood
Get your ass, dope fiends slipping in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, Girch from Santana
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we tied our bandanas
And for [Dm7]my [A]little nigga Frogg, I gotta stay active
Blood in, Blood out, what's brackin'?
R.I.P OG TC
Shoutout to [C7]my [A]big homie Bone from Athens
Ridin' down Bentɾal 'bout to [C7]bust a ɾight
On Piru stɾeet and [Bm]scoop this nigga Problem [A]up, Blood
What, green light and [Bm]yeah it's go time
Product out the fo', they can get it off in no time
Oh my, did it on [C7]my [A]own, no cosign
45, devil in disguise, free dope tɾial
West side, ɾide 'em [A]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 [C7]the deuce, ɾest in peace 4 Bent, what?
How you [A7gon' bang if you [A7ɾeally ain't from LA?
Spray your gang up on [C7]the wall
Tell me
And how you [A7gon' fade if you [A7ɾeally don't know the dance
I see you [A7ɾeally don't bang at all
Mark-ass
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