Ro - Ooh Sic'Em lyrics

Intro: Yeaaahhh, okay Verse 1: One time for my believers Step by step, no sneakers Got my back before I struck a fever Now we shake them up the game in a seizure Sick em like cowboys would do to their pray Cept they skinnin them fools, I leave em to lay For those witta back pack keep on your head SnapBack You chasin cheese watch for the rat trap Ooh sic'em, ooh sic'em, yeah are you sick of me yet I Tell my home dogs sic'em, I'll take care of you like I am the vet I stay on the low, while up in the clouds Ya know I'm an artist than draws in a crowd Listen up I'm on the mic So let's party tonight Ooh yeah, clap it up, for accomplishments Like they were on the hit list and yeah I just conquered it Ooh sic'em, slim pickins, they still pickin me Beats are the victim, peace is the vision, you'll see It's far in the distance, it's the peoples decision Makin incisions, to speed up the mission I'm wishin Hold up, see it ain't so easy Before I die, no way even if we made a damn treaty But a step closer to that, world please believe me Chorus: [Oh sick em (x4) oooohhhh, sick em ] x2 I'm tired of the people they pickin The amount of people who ain't livin These haters I can't forgive them Holla at my crew, ooh sick em (x2) Oooh sick'em mother f**er One different mother f**er Ima make an inference mother f**er I'll take the thrown and win this motherf**er Steppin on beats like I'm reppin the streets Destined to be, the best there will be Rep is not the focus, change is the target We on the same page and I'll fill in the margins I'm nobody's second, I'm comin in first Good think I'm a blessing, bad think I'm a curse Girls think I'm crazy, they just care about nudity All I want is a dime piece that I know will stay true to me Chorus: [Oh sick em (x4) oooohhhh, sick em ] x2 I'm tired of the people they pickin The amount of people who ain't livin These haters I can't forgive them Holla at my crew, ooh sick em (x2) I'm the best of the best, the freshest of fresh Blesser than blessed, would you expect any less Turned dreams to reality, so I was never at rest Maybe I'll throw my t-shirt to get some words off of my chest Guess I'm yellin young and reckless What great investment And I got ya b**hes p**y, chillin on my checklist Oooh sic'em, went and sicked that beat like a cowboy Oooh sic'em, clap for my show while I bow boy Outro: While I bow boy You just a towel boy Haha, Matty, Sick'em Cyeahhh