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