Boss Doggs - Tech N9ne

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

(Gun in my hand, hot 'til I land, boss doggs!)

But if I live past these sirens

Niggas best beware of this tyrant

Cuz I got some true mid-westsiders with me

(Gun in my hand, hot 'til I land, boss doggs!)

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 lyrics 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

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