Roc The Mic Feat Beanie Sigel lyrics

[Beanie Sigel]: Ho, ho

[Freeway]: Bounce

[Beanie Sigel]: Holla

[Freeway]: Bounce, bounce, bounce



[Beanie Sigel]:

It`s B. Sig in the place with Young Free

And I got what it takes to rock the mic right

Still watch what you say out your mouth

Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out



[Verse 1 - Freeway]:

I miss the hood when I`m travelin`, get neck when I`m travelin`

Chicks peck wood when I`m travelin`

Fuck a Lex cause the click fit good in the Caravan

Slide through your hood like an avalanche

Take a flick if you get a chance get that close

Fuck an advance, cause I get that dough

Beef with me, enemies come sleep with me for breakfast

Guaranteed to eat this toast

I`m reckless, firestarter, heat your folks

A starvin` artist that a eat ya`ll tracks, so don`t bring `em around

I be around `Ricans vida loca

They all got the toasters, don`t need no gats

I got six stashed leave `em around

So I don`t get left around haters around when I leave

In the winter, rock short sleaves reason the pound

With the heat blastin`, keep actin` the heat blastin`

Techno Marine shinin`, Marine fashion back `em down

Niggas gon` keep hatin` and my click gon` keep grindin`

Keep movin`, lockin` the town



[Chorus]:

[Freeway]:

It`s Freeway in the place with B. Sig

And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah

Still watch what you say to me prick

Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip



[Beanie Sigel]:

It`s B. Sig in the place with Young Free

And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah

Still watch what you sy out your mouth

Cause 50 shot still will turn the club out, ho



[Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel]:

It`s Mack, daddy, young, strappy

No he ain`t the OG gangsta

Yes I is, come on don`t test I kid

I firebomb cribs like Left Eye did

Notorious like that Bed-Stuy kid, B.I.G. or small you can get it

Dead wrong, like tryin` to brawl a strong armored midget

I pull the nine out my pocket I`m lyin`

I pull the Mac out the closet, start firin`

For you cats outta pocket, stop tryin`

Take that, get back, clap iron

You know, stay low, keep firin`, uh

I put the led in the gat, the metal go clap

I lay cats flat on they back, stop fuckin` with this radical cat

You fuck around and need a medical cat

The led`ll go clap, your head`ll go back, uh

It`s B. Sig in the place to be

With two heater on the waist of me, man who`s facin` me



[Chorus]



[Verse 3 - Freeway]:

Big nickels down your way don`t trip

Get folded down your way, got soldiers down your way

Keep quiet down your way no lip

All of ya`ll need to run yo`self

Go get the burna nigga, bang yo`self

Or I come through with the hammer make you lose yo` health

Fast, roll with dashes, move like Cassius Clay

Move yay like caskets, there`s a will there`s a way

Obey my thirst, move yay through traffic

Without Sprite, without Nike`s

I just do it bar break your basket

Yeah, you damn right, without ice

I pull up to your honey car and stuff her basket

International post player, circle the atlas

You don`t wanna be ho playas, circle the hood

Bend over backwards, without searchin` for backwoods



[Chorus x2]



[Freeway]:

All of ya`ll need to run yo`self

Go get the burna nigga bang yo`self

All of ya`ll need to run yo`self

Go get the burna nigga bang yo`self

Shit, shit, it`s the, it`s the Roc nigga, whoo, whoo, whoo

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