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57th street rogue dog villians – sick ’em lyrics

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[intro: big scoob]
hit the tracks with my thugs, screaming “blood”
throwin slugs, smoking bud, selling drugs
give a f-ck, n-gga what
n-gga what
mad d-gg-ng all these b-tch n-ggas, much love to my real n-ggas
i’m a real n-gga with a major grip, stacking chips
heaters on my hip, i let them slip
and i won’t quit, sick ‘m

[verse 1: short nitty]
take ‘m off, rogue vill, big dog
let the gun talk, got love for my dogs
it’s on forever, whenever, n-gga, your life’s my endeavor
terrise a motherf-cker till his life’s like [?]
crossed the wrong tirant, now his soul’s for sail
motherf-cker, what you thought you done, only got worse
you been cursed in the worst ways, n-gga f-ck what the chearch say
pray that i see the day they catch your face on camera
those that go rogue [?]
put that on my mama and kids
they got [?] for the things they did
still gonna be that k!ller n-gga
on your grave, let it drown
b-tch made motherf-cker, die
i sware to god about mine
yelling out all the time

[chorus: tech n9ne and big scoob]
sick ‘m, bout to hit ‘m
we bout to get ‘m, bring up in ‘m
we f-ckin with ‘m, bout to spread ‘m n-gga
f-ck ‘m, f-ck ‘m
n-gga you done cross the line
bout to touch ‘m, touch ‘m, should’ve skipped mine
don’t trust ‘m, don’t trust ‘m, now i’m chacing ‘m with my 9
now we bustin, bustin, b-tches droppin and lieing

[verse 2: bakarii]
i was raised in the struggle, so it’s instinct to think manditory
no loss, no glorry
i gots to get my own, so i’m off like a 747
got 2 heaters, about to make some non believers
57 thieves that be g’s, making you bleed
off this weed, ain’t no tellin how we feelin till i’m free
n-ggas can’t believe to feel the pain of a soldier
blastin out my window at them n-ggas till they goners
soldiers on caronas
hustlers, rough like russlers
just us
no gloves, don’t bust us
crushed a n-gga, spit my flows where they stand
gotta brush ‘m, till them n-ggas know i’m high till i land

[verse 4: tech n9ne]
sick ‘m, gotta hit ‘m
n-ggas, bout to spit ‘m
c-ck ‘m, c-ck ‘m
shoot ‘m, [?] hit ‘m
let’s get ‘m, gotta hope that you split ‘m
[?] but i don’t feel good
i’m with my family, don’t stand with me
that’s a k!lla, he’s my man next to me
let’s get this n-gga
i’m in love with [?]
i’m a banger by ophiliation
so if you bang with us, imma strangle ya, make you burn in h-ll with humiliation
straight turn into a dog when i first saw y’all
on 56, grabbin them bricks, grippin a stick
they didn’t jump me, cause they recognised my face, so pretty
waited a couple of years, best believe i witnessed the return of short nitty
rogue dog villain, n-ggas down for the k!lling
flys up high, disrespect us, in a bodybag, bye bye
2001, villains do a flybye
[?]

[chorus: tech n9ne and big scoob]
sick ‘m, bout to hit ‘m
we bout to get ‘m, bring up in ‘m
we f-ckin with ‘m, bout to spread ‘m n-gga
f-ck ‘m, f-ck ‘m
n-gga you done cross the line
bout to touch ‘m, touch ‘m, should’ve skipped mine
don’t trust ‘m, don’t trust ‘m, now i’m chacing ‘m with my 9
now we bustin, bustin, b-tches droppin and lieing

[verse 5: big scoob]
you n-ggas is cowards, who got the power
2 minutes after the hour, bl–dy shower
i devour any n-gga in my mix that ain’t supposed to be
i don’t want no outside n-gga getting close to me
if they ain’t midwest side, i ride, they all die
hit them b-tches make them scream and cry, they still fly
had to hit ‘m with them bad intentions
we vilains, nitty, sick ‘m, sick ‘m, get ‘m, get ‘m

[verse 6: short nitty]
it’ll be like that [?]
if he crawl, find his -ss out
gun in his -ss, in a gl-ss house
[?] in a place that’s unknown
put a bullet hole in the door, [?]
coward, die
[?] n-gga with a third eye
they say to sick ‘m
this one’s for [?]

[verse 7: bakarii]
n-gga you’s a coward, stepping to the circle
we homicidal, cause i’m turning n-ggas purple
and there ain’t no k!lling me, just a villain me
sick ‘m, pick ‘m off, n-ggas like moths
because i’m boss, n-ggas till they freeze, understeas
got my [?] off, the rdv’s
in the mud, flush ‘m out, my blood cousin
bustin, touch ‘m, shut ‘m down with the ruger, yelling f-ck ‘m, f-ck ‘m