Roc The Mic - Beanie Sigel

[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...