Roc The Mic - Beanie Sigel & Freeway: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Beanie Sigel & Freeway

Roc The Mic

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Roc The Mic was released on February 15, 2023 by UME - Global Clearing House as a part of the album Hip Hop 00s

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Beanie Sigel

Performer

Freeway

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dwight Grant

Songwriter

Justin Smith

Songwriter

Leslie Pridgen

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Just Blaze

Producer

Gimel Keaton

Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer

Kamel Adbo

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ho, ho (Bounce)

Holla

Bounce, bounce, bounce (Yeah)

[Verse 2]

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

[Verse 3]

I miss the hood when I'm travelin' (Uh)

Get neck when I'm travelin'

Chicks peck wood when I'm travelin'

**** a Lex 'cause the clique fit good in a Caravan

Slide through your hood like a avalanche

Take a flick if you get a chance get that close

An advance, 'cause I get that dough (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'll 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

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 **** blastin', keep actin' the **** blastin'

Techno Marine shinin', marine fashion backin' 'em down

Gon' keep hatin' and my clique gon' keep grindin'

Keep movin', lockin' the town

[Verse 4]

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

'Cause I got what it takes to make the whole place flip

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 to me, punk

'Cause I got what it takes to make the whole place jump

[Verse 5]

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 the Bed-Stuy kid, big or small you can get it

Dead Wrong, like tryna brawl a strong armored midget, uh

I pull the **** out my pocket, I'm lyin'

I pull the **** 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 lead in the****, the metal go clap

I lay cats flat on they back, stop **** with this radical cat

**** around and need a medical cat

The lead'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 facing me?

[Verse 6]

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 to me, punk

'Cause I got what it takes to make the whole place jump

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

'Cause I got what it takes to make the whole place flip

[Verse 7]

Big nickels down your way, don't trip (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 one yo'self

Go get the ****, ****, bang yourself

Or I come through with the hammer, make you lose your health

Fast, roll with Dash's, move like Cassius Clay

Move **** like caskets, where there's a will, there's a way

Obey my thirst, move **** through traffic

Without Sprite, without Nikes

I just do it, ball, break the basket

Yeah, you **** right, without ice

I pull up to your honey car, stuff her basket

International post player, circle the atlas

You don't wanna be ho players, circle the hood

Bend over backwards, without searchin' for Backwoods

[Verse 8]

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

'Cause I got what it takes to make the whole place flip

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 to me, punk

'Cause I got what it takes to make the whole place jump

[Verse 9]

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

'Cause I got what it takes to make the whole place flip

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 to me, punk

'Cause I got what it takes to make the whole place jump

[Verse 10]

All of y'all need to one yo'self

Go get the ****, ****, bang yourself

All of y'all need to one yo'self

Go get the ****, ****, bang yourself

Sh****, ho, it's the ****, it's the Roc ****

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

And another one, and another one

All of y'all need to one yo'self

Go get the ****, ****, bang yourself

Written by: Dwight Grant, Justin Smith, Leslie Pridgen

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