[B Sigel] Ho! Ho!
[Freeway] Bounce
[B Sigel] Holla!
[Freeway] Bounce, bounce, bounce
[Beanie Sigel]
It`s B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out
[Verse 1: Freeway]
I miss the hood when I`m travelin, get neck when I`m travelin
Chicks peck wood when I`m travelin
Fuck a Lex cause the click fit good in the Caravan
Slide through your hood like a avalanche
Click a flick if you get a chance get that close
Fuck in advance, cause I get that dough (get.. that.. doe)
Beef with me, enemies come sleep with me for breakfast
Guaranteed to eat this toast
I`m reckless, firestarter heat your folks
A starvin 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 blastin, keep actin the heat blastin
Techno Marine shinin, marine fashion backin `em down
Niggas `gone keep hatin and my click gon` keep grindin
Keep movin, lockin the town
Chorus:
[Freeway]
It`s Freeway in the place with B Sig
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say to me prick
Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip
[Beanie Sigel]
It`s B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
It`s Mack, daddy, young strappy
No he ain`t the O.G. gangsta
Yes I is! Come on don`t test I kid
I firebomb cribs like Left Eye did
Notorious like that Bed-Stuy kid, big or small you can get it
Dead wrong, like tryin to brawl a strong armored midget
I pull that nine out my pocket I`m lyin
I pull that Mac out the closet, start firin
For you cats outta pocket, stop tryin
Take that, get back, clap iron
You know, stay low, keep firin, uh
I put the led in the gat, the metal go clap
I lay cats flat on they back, stop fuckin with this radical cat
You fuck around and need a medical cat
The led`ll go clap, your head`ll go back, uhhh
It`s B Sig in the place to be
With two heaters on the waist of me, man who`s facin me?
Chorus:
[Beanie Sigel]
It`s B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!
[Sparks]
Its Young Sparks in the place to be seen
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your beak
Cause I got 50 shots that`ll clean up your street yeah
[Verse 3: Sparks]
Its Young Sparks from the back block player, where the grams get slung
When the back drop, where niggas bells get run
I`ve seen it all from the twin towers drop
to the coke price rise, to the young bulls rock
That`s why I clutch the burner
Mind frame of murder murder, stand tall like a soldier
Cook in the kitchen, hustle with Mac Mittens
Diamonds blingin, got them girls starting conversations
Push the Lincoln, sip on Yeunling
Let `em blow weed, roll on E
See this change? Got these fucks in the streets wanna roll on me
But you can test me, if you wanna
I have a deal with those numbers and letters
you know, fo` fives and neenas
AK, 47`s, AR-15 the team is mean
knee deep in the street
Bout up to they neck in cream
Fuck his cocky ego
