57th Street Rogue Dog Villians - Boss Doggs lyrics

[Hook 1: Big Scoob] x4 Gun in my hand Hot 'til I land Boss Doggs! [Hook 2: Short Nitty] Boy this I'm tied Rebellin' on the corners of Highland And if I die in this violence rest me (Gun in my hand, hot 'til I land, boss doggs!) But if I live past these sirens n***as best beware of this tyrant Cuz I got some true mid-westsiders with me (Gun in my hand, hot 'til I land, boss doggs!) [Verse 1: Big Scoob] Rogue dog, rogue dog 57th street Bout a craft from the past that was excused by my peeps The same gang but a new game, no more c**aine Rap thang we maintain, hot like propane Up and here we pumpin that fear, lend me your ear The tightest sh** you'll ever hear, at least this year All my lyrics is simple and clear, and sincere Full of that beery, rockin them shows, and f**in them hoes Like we suppose we dealin with foes, leave em exposed That's what you chose for f**in with Rogues, now you know We bout to explode, now here we go, all my Rogues Grab your scratch it's time to scrap, rear it rap You take a nap and that's a fact, all my hogs Who got my back, where you at, bring the pain To damage the brain, who's to blame, it's my gang We full of them flames I won't explain, it's in your veins [Verse 2: Bakarii] King of the hill, countin my skrill, protecting my grill Gun on my hip, tryin to conceal, this k**a sh** That n***a Bakarii runnin that game, hold me back I'll break them chains, slap yo face, with this strap More than a rap n***a we hogs, down the brawl Take yo b**h, make her scream, for them dogs Murderers you can't touch my style, too complicated Camaflouged in the bushes, now I'm waitin Ready to get off in yo sh**, feel my vengeance Soon as you slip I'll make the hit, no repentance Tryin to be rich and I can't be broke, I'm so relentless Ask me if it was potent dope, I'm offended Should've seen me comin n***a, them k**a traits Couldn't detect this boss's greed, that's yo fate Under-seed smokin leafs, that k**a fog Can't be tweak, so you sleep, on these doggs [Hook 1] x4 [Verse 3: Short Nitty] Criminal play, all day, give me relish You going to war in all ways, max to devilish Remember when n***as seen me flow, on them corners Wantin to be like shorty chrome, never done Hittin em up with 56's, dookie browners Kickin it with them wicked b**hes, all around us Give me my money with blood on it, cuz I'm wicked And if the game with love on it, til I'm lifted Nitty would never be without, my three 80 Given a chance to up and dump, he must be crazy Ready to roll no matter the fault, if he's seeded Tell him to meet me at my show, fully fleeted Hearing shots pop pop pop, at my enemy It's better than seein that n***a drop, y'all ain't feelin' me Making my verse my worst then first, are y'all with me Diggin my dirt for what it's worth, signed Nitty [Verse 4: Tech N9ne] Crumple this page, welcome mitch bade, hold my genitals We in a rage, if we don't get paid, nothing but criminals Put in the gun, n***a let's come, from the shoulders Here come the fun, watching 'em run, from these soldeirs Who be the doggs? Who be the hogs? n***as on Highland Doing the broad, doing it for, straight out stylin' Used to be down, look at me now, makin' them heaters n***as they frown, when they hear the sound, of nine millimeter Flowin in fog, who do you call? Donny Quest's in Haters with yall, n***a they all, learn they lesson Bianca zone, at my home, think I made it All on my bone, cuz it was on, Gang Related Seeing my face in magazines, up in The Source man Do we plan on makin that green? Well of course man Mid-westside, give me the track, and I will attack her Scoobie do wild, check yo style, and flip it backwards I'm off on Highland, smoking that bud, drinkin that bud That Tecca Nina, be up in your fuzz, up in the club I lost yall, but I'mma return, do you recall? I'm k**in em all, n***a we raw, boss doggs [Hook 1 + Hook 2]