Freeway - Roc the Mic (remix) 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' F**k 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 F**k 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 n***as 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 f**kin' with this radical cat You f**k 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 n***a, bang yo'self Or I come through with the hammer make you lose yo' health Fast, roll with dashes, move like Ca**ius 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 n***a bang yo'self All of ya'll need to run yo'self Go get the burna n***a bang yo'self sh**, sh**, it's the, it's the Roc n***a, whoo, whoo, whoo And another one, and another one...