Don´t fuck with us

LETRA

Don´t fuck with us

[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 f*** 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, {?}
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 fuc*** 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 fuc*** 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]