niggas like You like JD when I was just a kid [Chorus:] They say we talk just alike Walk just alike Same damn swagger when we roc up on the mic All the
show you that I am all that So I must, roc, the mic Are you tired of lyrical liars, passing fliers Wannabe MC's, but really good triers Tripping over mic
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
and let it go now hey ho we comin at you (psyche) hey ho climb up and let it flow now hey ho it?s time to rock da mic zoom to the room where the boomstand
, 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
Sound like my mic is right I-I am not a human, shout to all my moon men Yeah, they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in It's a crazy world so I stay
you don't understand him, it don't mean that he nice It just means you don't understand all the bullshit that he write Is it 'Oochie Wally Wally' or is it 'One Mic
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd, you can see the sparks from hot metal Cold-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game, I self-started a Roc fellow
Bentley Now wonder where I'd be without Funk Doc So this toast goes to Redman and hip-hop Whattup Big Unc? Whattup nephew? Whattup Jersey? Check mic one, check mic
Daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids Right? You know the Clan and you know the fuckin' man Meth rock a mic without a kickstand Two blunts and razors
breakfast? Roc a Fella y'all Okay, I'm reloaded Bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up in the game Marcy Had a couple of dollar signs to my name Roc
powder than crystal light Chick mad, said I hold my pistol too tight Get a grip bitch, this how I get through life I buy out the bar spit Crist' through the mic
and the O A chemical nigga who says I got criminal flows I'ma set the record straight for a second Everybody knows this nigga is hot-headed And due for a mic
Hungry Oswald, three miles far Picture main man open the car Sware to god, you get hit hard, you violate my squad on the job Know me, the Ogee on my mic
everybody should know, that the kid spit tight And this kid spit fire light And the bitch I don' fucked like last night I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic
owe me, nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Welcome to the Empire State, home of the World Trade Birthplace of Michael Jordan, home of Biggie Smalls Roc-A-
lobby with crack, that's my life, that's the facts, c'mon [Chorus] [Cam'ron] Killa, facts of life, facts of life, facts of life I got a ROC habit, I