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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