don't fuck with us

Singer: cena, john

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

y'all

bitch

crews

don't wanna fuck with us

y'all bound

to

lose

another one bites the dust

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

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

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

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