Roc The Mic (feat Beanie Sigel) Lyrics

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 

And another one, and another one...