Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roc The Mic, artist - Freeway. Date of issue: 24.06.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roc The Mic |
| You know we hadda do a remix right? |
| Ho! |
| ho! |
| ho! |
| ho! |
| All you young gunnerz! |
| Hey just, this the one right here baby! |
| I told you dawg! |
| Its b sig in the place with state p And we got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah! |
| Still watch what you say to b. |
| sig |
| Cause I still will knock your ass the fuck out |
| I bring the hood when Im travelin |
| Scrap backwoods unravelin |
| Scrap smoke good when we travelin |
| Forget the macs cause the ks fit good in the caravan |
| I clap up your hood like the hammer man |
| Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close |
| Scared to clap better strap your folks (strap…your…folks) |
| Who want beef with state p… |
| Enemies try to speak to me Negative they dont get that close |
| Its free, listen |
| Blow trees with mac mittens |
| (no we didnt) yes we did! |
| (switch beginnings) smith and wesson precision |
| Bring the broads down with ribbons |
| (leave a mess in your crib) |
| Not a brave nigga? |
| (fuckin with some made niggas) |
| Hit him with the ak nigga |
| (free no you didnt) |
| Yes I did |
| Overpayed shit? |
| wait a minute… |
| When this fakin, snatch the cake up out his crib |
| (then slide, uh) |
| Im like the baker with your pies |
| (then rise) |
| Set up shop and distribute where you live |
| Its freeway in the place with my squad |
| And we got what it takes to dump the k Flip your ride! |
| Its b sig in the place with state p And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah! |
| Still watch what you say to young free |
| Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out |
| Its freeway in the place with state p And we got what it takes to the rock the mic right yeah! |
| Still watch what you say to b sig |
| Cause we got what it takes to dump the d-e |
| Its nelly in the place with murph lee |
| And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah! |
| You better watch what you say around herre |
| Cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break |
| Its murph dun in the place with nelly |
| And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah! |
| You better watch what you say to my face |
| Cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place |
| Murphy lees eighteen entertainin em Twenty-one when Im clubbin it Fake Id for the fuck of it Im just a school boy, somewhat new boy |
| If you cant get nelly youa settle for who boy? |
| Two toy carrier, two stashes |
| One truck that seats six asses |
| Swing through to refuse the masses |
| Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes |
| I used to drive my mama stuff |
| Now the school boy puttin twenties on the bomb pop truck |
| I make rappers go back to the block |
| They be like maybe I was better off selling rocks |
| Im murphey lee in the place to be punk |
| And I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt |
| I take trips with chumps up in my trunk |
| And I take em real far to a safe place to dump |
| Down down, Im witcha dirty go head and lay down |
| Finance a pay-down, heard what I said now? |
| See how I procede with caution |
| My whip crack fast all you niggas is horses |
| Randy moss, I play when I wanna |
| Nut check, gut check, cause I say what I wanna |
| Around six in the six with the throwback |
| Sixers, number six julius irv |
| Cris and the herb, make it hard to swirve |
| Throw your hands up; |
| if you didnt bang your rim on the curb |
| You couldnt hit while you was makin a turn |
| I strike a nerve and old mcs wantin a comeback |
| I got repsect but its lost and thats a fact |
| Like k — know one here even said your name |
| R — you really feelin guilty bout somethin mayn |
| S — sad to see you really just want just |
| One — more hit please please! |
| You the first old man who should get a rappers pension |
| No we aint system call this mic invention |
| Snitchin? |
| matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen |
| Nelly cookin with too many dimensions |
| Mid west, and we aim about mid chest |
| Duked on my side, too many in my tribe |
| Coupe outside who the fuck want a ride? |
| All a yall need to one yo self |
| Go get the burner nigga clap yo-self! |
| All a yall need to one yo self |
| Go get the burner nigga clap yo-self! |
| Yeah! |
| its the, its the roc nigga |
| Ho! |
| ho! |
| ho! |
| ho! |
| And another one… |