We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks
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We spittin heat on your block
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We new to the game, but runnin the spot
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Numbin your knot, with basslines that'll make ya neck break
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This rook'll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate
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Open your mind without makin ya meditate
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We real champs; y'all just featherweight
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Time to get it straight, I push your wig back
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Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac
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Beefin with us? We're leavin you face down
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Stompin bitch rappers like I'm straight outta A-Town
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Runnin the playground like it was a track meet
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Shoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq's feet
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We into big things, bank account's overgrown
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All types of cheese - swiss, cheddar, provolone
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Guaranteed to burn wax like candles
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Track hittin hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels
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[Chorus 2X: John Cena]
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Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
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Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
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[Tha Trademarc]
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It's Trademarc the truth, laid back, aloof
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I'm God, as if you needed some proof
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You ain't hard I can see it on you, {?}
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Fuck a droptop, crop if I'm creepin on you
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Click-clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you
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Spittin back live rounders, with five pounders
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If we meetin on two, I put a beatin on you
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Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm sleepin on you
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We lean back in the ride, with cream stackin the rawhide
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The sound of God slide with a raw vibe
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Straight military camel clothes ash brown boots
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So sick, I've been handlin flows, since enamel was gold tooth
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And branded by low
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You cold fuck like eskimo hoes at 7 below
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You slow, you be the last to think
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My hands seen more fuckin dirt than bathroom sinks
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[Chorus]
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[John Cena]
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I got punks, dumps and switches, dump chumpses bitches
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We feed you to the sharks, you can sleep with the fishes
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Clean you like dishes but I ain't no busboy
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You ain't family, you ain't earnin my trust boy
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Seen too many bitches that'll double cross ya
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We bring more drama than the Laker roster
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Get the click pissed, ain't nobody can save ya
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Throw heat without lookin like Fernando Valenzuela
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[Tha Trademarc]
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Marc Predka's the name, the rest of you lame
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I'm ego drivin, seen with different women, every size and frame
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I refine my game by fuckin famous bitches
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But it's all the same, it's just ex to the next
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for sex or brain, misses or Mrs.
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Married or not, my game don't stop
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It's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow
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Y'all are small-time suckers like a knee-high hoe
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[Chorus]
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Don`t Fuck With Us
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John Cena |