Trademarc - Don't f** With Us lyrics

[Verse 1: 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 ba**lines 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 b**h 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 [Hook 2X: John Cena] Y'all, b**h, crews, don't wanna f** with us Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust [Verse 2: 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, I need a roof f** 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 f** like eskimo hoes at 7 below You slow, you be the last to think My hands seen more f**in dirt than bathroom sinks [Hook] [Verse 3: John Cena] I got punks, dumps and switches, dump chumpses b**hes 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 b**hes 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 [Verse 4: 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 f**in famous b**hes But it's all the same, it's just ex to the next For s** 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 s**ers like a knee-high ho [Hook]