[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]