Roc The Mic State Property (Ft. Beanie Sigel & Freeway)

[Intro: Beanie Sigel & Freeway]
Ho! Ho!
Bounce
Holla!
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Chyeah, ugh

[Chorus: Beanie Sigel & Freeway]
It's B. Sig' in the place with Young Free (Free, Sigel)
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right (On this one)
Still watch what you say out your mouth (Chyeah, chyeah)
'Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out (Yo, yo)

[Verse 1: Freeway & Beanie Sigel]
I miss the hood when I'm traveling (Ugh)
Get neck when I'm traveling
Chicks peck wood when I'm traveling
Fuck a Lex 'cause the clique fit good in the Caravan (Ugh)
Slide through your hood like a avalanche
Click a flick if you get a chance, get that close
Fuck 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, firestarter heat your folks
A starving 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 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 sleeves—reason? The pound
With the heat blasting, keep acting
The heat blasting, Techno-Marine shining
Marine fashion, backing 'em down
Niggas gon' keep hating, and my clique gon' keep grinding
Keep moving, locking the town (Free!)