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