Roc The Mic (feat. Beanie Sigel, Nelly & Murphy Lee) [Remix]

You know we had to do a remix right?

Ho, ho, ho, ho (Free)

All you young Gunners

Hey just, this the one right here, baby

I told you dog

It's 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 I'm traveling

Scrap backwoods unraveling

Scrap smoke good when we traveling

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

You're scared to clap, better strap your folks (Strap your folks)

Who want beef with State P?

Enemies try to speak to me

Negative, they don't get that close

It's Free, listen

Blow trees with Mac Mittens

No we didn't, yes, we did

Switch beginnings, Smith & Wesson precision

Bring the broads down with ribbons

Leave a mess in your crib

Caught a play ****

You fuckin' with some made ****

Hit him with the AK ****, Free, no you didn't

Yes I did

Overpaid shit? Wait a minute, when this fakin'?

Snatch the cake up out his crib, then slide, uh

I'm like the baker with your pies, then rise

Set up shop and distribute where you live

It's Freeway in the place with my squad

And we got what it takes to dump the K, flip your ride

It's 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 Freak

'Cause fifty shots still will turn the club out, ho

It's Freeway, in the place with State P

And we got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah

Still watch what you sat to B. Sig

'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D E, yeah

It's 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 here

'Cause there's somethin' on my waist to make the whole place break

It's Murph don' 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 lee's eighteen entertainin' 'em

Twenty-one when I'm clubbin' it

Fake ID for the fuck of it

I'm just a school boy, somewhat new boy

You can't get Nelly, you a settle for who boy?

Two toy carrier, two stashes

One truck that seats six asses

Twenty-twos to confuse 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

I'm Murphy 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

It's Mister countdown

I'm with ya dirty go head and lay down

Finance a pay down, heard what I said now?

See how I proceed with caution?

My whip crack fast, all you **** in horses

Randy Moss', I play when I wanna

Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I wanna

Around six in the sixth with the throw back

Sixers, number six Julius Irv'

Cris and the Herb, make it hard to swerve

Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb

You gettin' hit while you was makin' a turn

I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin' a come back

I got respect, but it's lost and that's a fact

Like K, no one here even said your name

R, you really feeling guilty 'bout something man

S, sad to see you really just want, just one more hit please, please

You the first old man who should get a rapper's pension

No, we ain't system call this mic invention

I'm snitching? Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen

Nelly kickin' with too many dimensions

Midwest, and we aim about mid chest

Duked on my side, too many in my tribe

Coupe outside who the fuck wanna ride?

It's 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 here

'Cause there's somethin' on my waist to make the whole place break

It's Freeway 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 we got what it takes to dump the D E, yeah

All of y'all need to one yo-self

Go get the burner ****, bang yo-self

All a y'all need to one yo-self

Go get the burner ****, bang yo-self

Shit, shit, it's the, it's the Roc ****

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho