Roc The Mic (Remix) (Feat. Beanie Sigel, Nelly & Murphy Lee)

You know we hadda do a remix right Ho Ho Ho Ho 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 I'm travelin Scrap backwoods unravelin Scrap smoke good when we travelin Forget the Mac's cause the K's 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 strapyourfolks Who want beef with State P Enemies try to speak to me Negative they don't get that close Its Free listen Blow trees with Mac Mittens No we didn't 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 didn't Yes I did Overpayed 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 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 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 If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who boy Two toy carrier two stashes One truck that seats six asses 22's 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 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 I'm 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 swerve Throw your hands up if you didn't bang your rim on the curb You couldn't hit while you was makin a turn I strike a nerve in old MC's wantin a comeback I got the strength that he's lost and that's 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 should get a rapper's pension No hits since the cordless mic invention I'm snitchin 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 want a ride 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 ts 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 All a y'all need to one yo self Go get the burner nigga clap yo-self All a y'all need to one yo self Go get the burner nigga clap yo-self Yeah Its the its the Roc nigga Ho Ho Ho Ho