[Intro: Bakarii]
Loyalty is something that can't be bought
If loyalty's kept to the highest destonation
Then you would rise too
But if you didn't keep the game loyal
You'll be lying six feet under, turning soil
Couldn't cross a brother like me
Cause I never crossed [?]
Brought up by OG players, straight top notch

[Verse 1: Bakarii]
It's all out warfair, strictly non fictitious
My mentality fuck 'em, in Pursuit of my riches
Said you couldn't feel me, wasn't interested
Looked upon like babilon, but really I was heaven
Revoke your ticket, at all costs bubble
Hit 'em strong til they gone, it's all for the struggle
Hustle, [?] hog style genesis
Rogue Dogs penetrating, [?] down like pits
So we tag team hustle, so much coca to bubble
If you ever in trouble, call me up on my mobil
I'll be there on the double, bosses rumble and take chances
For the struggle, fuck 'em all, and then we mashing
In the rental, tinted windows to hide the criminals
They feel me now
My pistol testing genitals
Boss dog, [?] my foes til they [?]
Forever hustle, smoke bomb and melt shit
Must be victorious, warriors cock baretas
Paper chase, hog style, [?] look like a treasure
To my killing be a villain
Holding nott after nott
Set it off with the mob
Then I shut down shop
Because I'm
[Chorus: Bakarii]
Boss hoss
Toss 'em all for the struggle
N***a, this dope cost
So much coca to bubble
Because I'm boss hoss
Toss 'em all for the struggle
N***a, this dope cost
So much coca to bubble
Because I'm boss hoss
Toss 'em all for the struggle
N***a, this dope cost
So much coca to bubble
N***a, we boss hoss
Toss 'em all for the struggle
N***a, this dope cost
So much coca to bubble

[Verse 2: Bakarii]
Now who the fuck run this motherfucker?
Act like you know, n***a
When in my presents, my bareta makinghim pose quicker
More liquor, more money to split
Smoking V, thinking how much more I can get
But in my mind, I'm knowing my foes
Behind closed doors
Plot my demise, open my eyes
Caribou Lou got me trippin, busting my nine off
Like a ryno when I ride off
Master blaster, headbang the little bastard
Hit him up, it's the Rogue Dog [?]
Told y'all we was coming, knuckle up
Or get fucked up, when them big guns come gunning
Full of hustlers, suted down, dooky brown down
[?] for the killing, n***a
You could never be a Rogue Dog killer
Just got the call on my mobil, man, these bitches want trouble
N***a, fuck 'em and feed 'em
I be there on the double
Mosters [?] and take chances, catch him slippin, speark them heaters, get him dancing
Now it's real
Now my dawgs want your [?]
But you the cause for this
All I [?] what I'm yelling in the air
N***a, leave my soul [?]
Me and my [?] we prepared
Once you stop and stare, n***a
Ain't no time to glair
[?] clutch a flair, [?] leave him laying there
N***a said we brought the streets to this, but n***a, you brought the weak to this
Turned your back on me for this
Time to [?] to this
Bitch n***as [?] rest in piss
Leave [?]
[Verse 3: Short Nitty]
Now I'm suited and booted
Ready for war with my troopers
Call [?] shooter
Me, I'm off on foot, I suppose us Rogues only know gutter living codes
[?] out of his windows
[?] n***a [?]
Smoke [?] like indo
Remember me in the endo
'Cause [?] so many reals [?] in this battlefield
And if my killing's real, represent til that n***a [?]
[?] that n***a
[?] gun [?]
[?] with a slug in his punk ass
[?] my perpis, send them pussys to churches
I'm that hoss, so when it comes to these murders, I thought we warned 'em

[Chorus: Bakarii]
Boss hoss
Toss 'em all for the struggle
N***a, this dope cost
So much coca to bubble
Because I'm boss hoss
Toss 'em all for the struggle
N***a, this dope cost
So much coca to bubble
Because I'm boss hoss
Toss 'em all for the struggle
N***a, this dope cost
So much coca to bubble
N***a, we boss hoss
Toss 'em all for the struggle
N***a, this dope cost
So much coca to bubble