Freeway & Beanie Siegel – Rock The Mic lyrics

Ho, ho, bounce
Holla, bounce, bounce, bounce

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 fifty 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 sleaves 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 rock 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 rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
'Cause fifty shots still will turn the club out, ho

It's Mack-daddy-young strappy
No, he ain't the og gangsta
Yes, it 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 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 rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
'Cause fifty shots still will turn the club out, ho

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

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 rock 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 rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
'Cause fifty shots still will turn the club out, ho

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

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 say out your mouth
'Cause fifty 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

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