Boss Doggin’ 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians

[Chorus: Big Scoob and Short Nitty]
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin’
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Call us [?]
Might die in this vilants, [?]

[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Rogue dog, rogue dog, 57 Street
Bout to cry from the past, was used by my peeps
The same gang, but a new game, no more cocaine
Rap thing we maintain, hot like propain
Up in here we pumping that fual, let me go in
The type of shit you live in here, at least it’s [?]
All my lyrics simple and clear, [?]
Full of that [?], we rocking them shows and fucking them hoes
Like we suppose, we dealing [?], leave them exposed
That's what you chose, fucking with rogues, now you know
We bout to explode, now here we go, all my rogues
Grab your straps, it's time to scrap, [?]
You take a nap and that's a fact, all my hogs
Who got my back? Where you at?
Bring the pain
Dammaged the brain, who's to blame?
It's my gang
We fucking with flames I won't explain, it's in your vains