gun in my hand hot til i land boss doggs boy this i m tied rebellin on the corners of highland and if i die in this violence rest me but if i live past these sirens niggas best beware of this tyrant cuz i got some true mid westsiders with me 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 cocaine rap thang we maintain hot like propane up and here we pumpin that fear lend me your ear the tightest shit you ll ever hear at least this year all my is simple and clear and sincere full of that beery rockin them shows and fuckin them hoes like we suppose we dealin with foes leave em exposed that s what you chose for fuckin 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 king of the hill countin my skrill protecting my grill gun on my hip tryin to conceal this killa shit that nigga bakarii runnin that game hold me back i ll break them chains slap yo face with this strap more than a rap nigga we hogs down the brawl take yo bitch 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 shit 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 nigga them killa traits couldn t detect this boss s greed that s yo fate under seed smokin leafs that killa fog can t be tweak so you sleep on these doggs  gun in my hand hot til i land boss doggs criminal play all day give me relish you going to war in all ways max to devilish remember when niggas 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 bitches 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 nigga 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 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 nigga let s come from the shoulders here come the fun watching em run from these soldeirs who be the doggs who be the hogs niggas on highland doing the broad doing it for straight out stylin used to be down look at me now makin them heaters niggas they frown when they hear the sound of nine millimeter flowin in fog who do you call donny quest s in haters with yall nigga 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 killin em all nigga we raw boss doggs gun in my hand hot til i land boss doggs boy this i m tied rebellin on the corners of highland and if i die in this violence rest me but if i live past these sirens niggas best beware of this tyrant cuz i got some true mid westsiders with me 