Beanie Sigel Feat. Freeway

Beanie Sigel Feat. Freeway - Rock The Mic lyrics

rate me

Roc the mic, holla, bounce, bounce, bounce

It's B Sig in the place with Young Free

And I got what it takes to roc the mic right

Still watch what you say out your mouth

'Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out

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 a 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, fire-starter, heat your folks

A starvin' artist that a-eat y'all tracks, so don't bring 'em around

I be around ricans vida loca, they got all the toasters

Don't need no gats, I got a six stashed leave 'em around

So I don't get left around haters around when I leave

In the winter rock short sleeves reason the pound

With the heat blastin', keep actin' the heat blastin'

Techno Marine shinin', marine fashion backin' 'em down

Niggas 'gone keep hatin' and my click 'gone keep grindin'

Keep movin', lockin' the town

It's Freeway in the place with B Sig

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

Still watch what you say to me prick

'Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip

It's B Sig in the place with Young Free

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

Still watch what you say out your mouth

'Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho

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 9 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'

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, it's B Sig in the place to be

With two heaters on the waist of me, man who's facin' me?

It's B Sig in the place with Young Free

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

Still watch what you say out your mouth

'Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho

It's Freeway in the place with B Sig

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

Still watch what you say to me prick

'Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip

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 y'all 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 hoe playas, circle the hood

Bend over backwards without searchin' for backwoods

It's Freeway in the place with B Sig

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

Still watch what you say to me prick

'Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip

It's B Sig in the place with Young Free

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

Still watch what you say out your mouth

'Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!

It's Freeway in the place with B Sig

And I got what it takes to roc the mic right yeah

Still watch what you say to me prick

'Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip

It's B Sig in the place with Young Free

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

Still watch what you say out your mouth

'Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho

All of y'all need to run yo'self, go get the burna, nigga bang yo'self

All of y'all need to run yo'self, go get the burna, nigga bang yo'self

Shit, shit, it's the, it's the Roc nigga, ho, ho, ho

And another one and another one

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