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Roc The Mic

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 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 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, 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 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 sleeves reason the pound

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

Tech no Marine shinin', Marine fashion back 'em down

Niggas gonna keep hatin' and my click gon' 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 50 shot still will turn the club out, ho

It's Mack, daddy, young, scrappy

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 will go clap, your head will 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

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 ya like caskets, there's a will there's a way

Obey my thirst, move ya 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

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 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

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, whoo, whoo, whoo

And another one, and another one

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