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Correct Rock The Mic Lyrics
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Freeway & Beanie Siegel
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Correct Rock The Mic
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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 And another one and another one And another one and another one And another one and another one ...
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