[Chorus 1: Big Scoob]
Gun in my hand
Hot 'til I land
Boss Doggs!

[Chorus 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
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!)

[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 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
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