[Beanie Sigel]: Ho, ho
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[Freeway]: Bounce
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[Beanie Sigel]: Holla
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[Freeway]: Bounce, bounce, bounce
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[Beanie Sigel]:
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It's B. Sig in the place with Young Free
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And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
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Still watch what you say out your mouth
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Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out
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[Verse 1 - Freeway]:
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I miss the hood when I'm travelin', get neck when I'm travelin'
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Chicks peck wood when I'm travelin'
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Fuck a Lex cause the click fit good in the Caravan
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Slide through your hood like an avalanche
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Take a flick if you get a chance get that close
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Fuck an advance, cause I get that dough
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Beef with me, enemies come sleep with me for breakfast
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Guaranteed to eat this toast
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I'm reckless, firestarter, heat your folks
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A starvin' artist that a eat ya'll tracks, so don't bring 'em around
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I be around 'Ricans vida loca
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They all got the toasters, don't need no gats
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I got six stashed leave 'em around
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So I don't get left around haters around when I leave
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In the winter, rock short sleaves reason the pound
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With the heat blastin', keep actin' the heat blastin'
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Techno Marine shinin', Marine fashion back 'em down
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Niggas gon' keep hatin' and my click gon' keep grindin'
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Keep movin', lockin' the town
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[Chorus]:
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[Freeway]:
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It's Freeway in the place with B. Sig
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And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
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Still watch what you say to me prick
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Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip
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[Beanie Sigel]:
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It's B. Sig in the place with Young Free
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And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
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Still watch what you sy out your mouth
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Cause 50 shot still will turn the club out, ho
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[Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel]:
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It's Mack, daddy, young, strappy
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No he ain't the OG gangsta
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Yes I is, come on don't test I kid
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I firebomb cribs like Left Eye did
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Notorious like that Bed-Stuy kid, B.I.G. or small you can get it
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Dead wrong, like tryin' to brawl a strong armored midget
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I pull the nine out my pocket I'm lyin'
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I pull the Mac out the closet, start firin'
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For you cats outta pocket, stop tryin'
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Take that, get back, clap iron
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You know, stay low, keep firin', uh
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I put the led in the gat, the metal go clap
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I lay cats flat on they back, stop fuckin' with this radical cat
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You fuck around and need a medical cat
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The led'll go clap, your head'll go back, uh
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It's B. Sig in the place to be
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With two heater on the waist of me, man who's facin' me
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Freeway]:
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Big nickels down your way don't trip
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Get folded down your way, got soldiers down your way
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Keep quiet down your way no lip
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All of ya'll need to run yo'self
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Go get the burna nigga, bang yo'self
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Or I come through with the hammer make you lose yo' health
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Fast, roll with dashes, move like Cassius Clay
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Move yay like caskets, there's a will there's a way
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Obey my thirst, move yay through traffic
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Without Sprite, without Nike's
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I just do it bar break your basket
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Yeah, you damn right, without ice
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I pull up to your honey car and stuff her basket
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International post player, circle the atlas
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You don't wanna be ho playas, circle the hood
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Bend over backwards, without searchin' for backwoods
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[Chorus x2]
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[Freeway]:
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All of ya'll need to run yo'self
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Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self
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All of ya'll need to run yo'self
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Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self
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Shit, shit, it's the, it's the Roc nigga, whoo, whoo, whoo
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And another one, and another one...
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Roc the Mic (Feat. Beanie Sigel)
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