Sick ’Em 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians (Ft. Tech N9ne)

[Intro: Big Scoob]
Hit the tracks with my thugs, screaming "Blood"
Throwin slugs, smoking bud, selling drugs
Give a fuck, nigga what
Nigga what
Mad dogging all these bitch niggas, much love to my real niggas
I'm a real nigga 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, nigga, your life's my endeavor
Terrise a motherfucker till his life's like [?]
Crossed the wrong tirant, now his soul's for sail
Motherfucker, what you thought you done, only got worse
You been cursed in the worst ways, nigga fuck 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 killer nigga
On your grave, let it drown
Bitch made motherfucker, die
I sware to god about mine
Yelling out all the time