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john cena - bad, bad man
[john cena]
Aww, you done did it now
Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man!
They not ready - they don't know what's comin' man!
Oh, we gonna drop this on 'em right here
Y'all ain't ready for this, y'all ain't ready for none of this!
Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the streets
Make unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat
Shocked the world, now i'm standin alone
I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones
You can't help but nod your head to the track
Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it back
Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin' it
Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin' it
'cause you, playin' the role and you plannin' to fold
This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold
We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker
Breakin' up your sound like a drive-through speaker
Everything that i be spittin is strong
After i rock, fast forward through the rest of the song
We the monkeywrench, that's gonna ruin your plan
And don't fuck with john cena - i'm a bad, bad man
[bumpy knuckles]
With the mic in my hands i'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands i'm a bad man
Livin' in the streets all my life i'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, i'm a bad man
With the mic in my hands i'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands i'm a bad man
Livin' in the streets all my life i'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, i'm a bad man
[tha trademarc]
We devils - rockin' ambient levels
We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals
And cats got one-liners, i drop several
And i think it's funny you choose, losin progress
Or runnin' in place; we makin' moves, and y'all settle
I rip rappers and take responsibility
For makin future hall-of-famers look third rate
Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first
Date
And ride beats, creep through side streets
Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak
Punchlines - man, don't even beg
I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your leg
You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke
You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man, that's a quote
I flood tracks like cracks in boats
And pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat
[bumpy knuckles]
With the mic in my hands i'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands i'm a bad man
Livin' in the streets all my life i'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, i'm a bad man
With the mic in my hands i'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands i'm a bad man
Livin' in the streets all my life i'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, i'm a bad man
[bumpy knuckles a.k.a. freddie foxxx]
Turn up the microphone and see me i'm a beast
Mc's and they beats is what i eat, 16 i'll leave you in the
Street
My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet
It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head
Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain
Corrosion
Is fuckin' with your chosen flows, i'm nice with mics
My hands'll break your nose like mikey tyson
Fightin in his prime, one rhyme
And i shake up the room one time, boom! to the jaw
Your face is a coat type raw
And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor
My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor
I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem
I solve you, 357 long nose revolve you
Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you
I'm a bad, bad man
Yeah, check it out
It's bumpy knuckles baby
And i want you to say hello to the bad, bad, man - c'mon!
[bumpy knuckles]
With the mic in my hands i'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands i'm a bad man
Livin' in the streets all my life i'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, i'm a bad man
With the mic in my hands i'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands i'm a bad man
Livin' in the streets all my life i'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, i'm a bad man
john cena - basic thuganomics
So, you think your untouchable???
Word life, this is basic thuganomics!
this is basic, basic thuganomics,
Word life!
Im untouchable but im forcin' you to feel me
Word life, this is basic...Basic Thuga...thuga...Thuganomics
Word life, im untouchable but im forcin' you to feel me!
Wheather fighting or spitting, my dicipline is unforgiving.
Got you backing up in the defensive position.
An ass-kicking anthem, heavyweight or bantem,
holding camps for ransom, the microphone phantom.
Teams hit the floor, its the new fight joint,
Like a broken needle kid your missing the point.
We dominate your conference with offense,thats no nonsense.
My theme song hits, get your reinforcements.
we strike quick with hard kicks,
ducking ice picks, bare-knuckle miss who fight this,
beat you lifeless, you'll never survive this.
you forgot like old timers,
two faced rappers walk away with four shiners.
The war rhymer, turning legeonds to old timers,
my incisors like a vipers biting through your one-liners.
New dead man inc. and we about to make you famous,
taking over Earth and still kicking in Uranus.
Word life, this is basic thuganomics!
This is basic...Basic thuganomics
Word life!
I'm untouchable, but im forcing you to feel me.
Word life, this is basic..Basic thuga...Thuga...Thuganomics.
Word life!
I'm untouchable, but i'm forcing you to feel me!
you ain't advanced enough to process,
potential for medical concepts,
some objects are foreigh like blot tests,
arts and sex are complex,
regardless of your finesse or your fitness,
its the condition of business,
your lame vision of an underground physical image
you're underneath to undermine your whole typical image with the precision of percentages and the collision of sentances.
poetry beats your mic's were untouchable like righteous sluts with no crevaces.
streets unite,
we rock righter with dumber beats.
you cats coudlnt come this hot in the summer heat.
but get two takes,
kill your birds the first time,
you better stay worthy of my filler or worse rhymes,
im better than nice,
check the veterans twice,
while your beside yourself with fear,
ill kill you and bury you twice.
despite the cover of night,
tracking your flight like guerrilla warfare,
where the grass is dense,
approaching me is a quick way to get refered to in the past tense.
Dead-da,
when the lights the mic is on,
the crowd is dead like intermission
when your on the titan-tron.
Word life, this is basic thuganomics!
this is basic, basic thuganomics,
Word life!
Im untouchable but im forcin' you to feel me
Word life, this is basic...Basic Thuga...thuga...Thuganomics
Word life, im untouchable but im forcin' you to feel me!
john cena - beantown
"Big up Boston!"
[John Cena]
Yeah whassup baby? We gon' do some things right now
Show you how we do 'em in the Bean, y'knahmsayin?
N.Y. representin, Dirty South representin
Chi-Town, L.A., they all doin their thing
We got a lil' somethin bubblin in Beanpot over here y'know?
I got my crew right back gon' show you how it's done
Straight up, hittin one two like Manny and Ortiz ya heard?
It's John Cena baby, and we heatin up the Beanpot
Big up Boston, you know the whole team hot
Yo we fresh, y'all a little bit stale
And we 'bout to make it ugly just like Kevin McHale
Cena takin over - I'm 'bout to make the scene mine
I got a tea party, baby meet me on the Green Line
Ain't too many kids that flow better than me
Roll thick like Yassir sideburns in seventy-three
Like Tom Brady and the Pats, we rollin kids
Cross me and pay a toll like the Tobin Bridge
From the home of the curse, y'all know what I mean
We like the left field wall, we stackin +Monster Green+
Knock you out of the park, you land on Yawkey Way
My shit be butter, but around here we say parquet
I rent my own team, we takin over the industry
Like The Big Dig, baby nobody can finish me
[scratched 4X]
"Big up Boston!"
"No one shows pity"
[Tha Trademarc]
Yeah, it's Trademarc baby, biggin up Boston, yeah
6-1-7, 9-7-8, 7-8-1, 5-0-8, and 4-1-3
And I don't mean to brag, but it's in the bag
And we alone on top like we goin stag
It's a dynasty, that's how I see things
In four years we countin three rings
I'm the MVP, baby gimme that key ring
And me, Brady and Branch'll own our sweet thing
Yeah, and we ain't gon' stop
We at the Eagle, cook 'em all as they flop
And T.O. takin on the B roll and that's the past
Beatin everybody and the salary cap
What now? You say titan's your rep
That's like Peyton winning big games out on Gillette
We don't forget y'all, we're keepin it grimy
Had the Steel Curtain lookin like venetian blinds
Yeah baby, that's how it go
That's why next year it's lookin like 3 in a row
[scratched 4X]
"Big up Boston!"
"No one shows pity"
[Esoteric]
Yeah, uhh
It's Esoteric, tunin in
Puttin it down, for Boston Mass
Yo, I rep the Bean, y'all see the way it be
Home of Source magazine, the Pats and Edo. G
Steadily poetically I'm Bill Russell in command
Peace to Dorcester, Roxbury, Mattapan
Pack a man down quick like neanderthals
Standin tall after brawlin up in Fanueil Hall
As a young buck moms said I disobey
All she heard was Nomah like fans in Fenway
But they sent him to the dugs, I'm like Manny when he shrugs
And it bugs me to see the women wearin {?} in the club
A deadly combination like venom hit your blood
Jason Varitek with the glove, it's all love
I'm like Schilling with the red sock, when I get hot
My aim is dangerous, like the Larry Bird set shot
It's clear now, you livin in fear now
Big up Boston, the champ is here now
[scratched 4X]
"Big up Boston!"
"No one shows pity"
john cena - chain gang is the click
[We fight together, we ride together
Right now we gonna get live together]
Chain gang is the click
It?s Trademarc the truth
This the basic thugnomics
I'm rainin? fire like a patch of helicoppters´
[We fight together, we ride together
Right now we gonna get live together]
Chain gang Is the click
It?s Trademarc the truth
This the basic thugnomics
I'm rainin? fire like a patch of helicoppters
Prepare for the worst
We're comin thunderin , opposition wonderin
How they get the drop on us
We set up a lock on us
Try to put a stop on us
We react so quick the five o couldnt even call the cops on us
Then he put the rocks on us
But my chain stays still
Still my name stayed real
Spit the flame they feel
I know the game takes skill
Thats why the brain stayed heel
We bout the change the deal
Keep the champane chilled
We're sippin tea with the moyrose
Y'all belly meatin beef aint nothin but balone foes
Your fony flows
We stopping your ride
We own the game
Y'all is leasing with the option to buy
Your flight been delayed, kid you not goin fly
We got the army, throw your hands to the sky
This Is chaingang bitch , dont bother to check us
Y'all dont gotta like us, but you goin respect us
Motha fucka
[We fight together, we ride together
Right now we gonna get live together]
Chain gang is the click
It?s Trademarc the truth
This the basic thugnomics
I'm rainin? fire like a patch of helicoppters´
[We fight together, we ride together
Right now we gonna get live together]
Chain gang is the click
It?s Trademarc the truth
This the basic thugnomics
I'm rainin? fire like a patch of helicoppters
Listen baby, im Just tryin to eat
This the same game with the chaingang in the street
Got goons with a few hundred clips in the heat it
Seem sex, vilonce and money they dyin to meet
God damn i'm a fan this music move me
I found writin rhymes all the time would suit me
Don?t lose me
Never let the truth alood me
The skills i respect are expected duely
Some got gifts man but reflect it crudly
Thats why i keep it real like projected movies
What now
Ain't no what ,was or would be
Only sing along if you understood me
It seem hip hop, dawg aint where if could be
Trademarc'll take ya'll right where should be
You actors, and thats were it stops
We're stars on stage ,y'all are decorated props
What now
[We fight together, we ride together
Right now we gonna get live together]
Chain gang is the click
It?s Trademarc the truth
This the basic thugnomics
I'm rainin? fire like a patch of helicoppters´
[We fight together, we ride together
Right now we gonna get live together]
Chain gang is the click
It?s Trademarc the truth
This the basic thugnomics
I'm rainin? fire like a patch of helicoppters
Look man, my voice christan in beats
Your vision see ripples on concrete from glisten to heat
Wheneva i speak i walk streets con when i greet
Trademarc, John cena , freddy fox
And rock corept mob
The chaingang spitting the same slang
Let the iron go bang bang
You came lame
Church bells go rang rang
To all y'all poppin the lock let it hang hang
Y'all think we're lucky that aint nothing knew to me
?Coz luck is peperation locking heads with oppatunity
So far i Just had to listen and learn
Play my postion and earn
With the vision to burn
Now this shit is our turn
And im reppin for pride
Where i'm from you either step up or step aside
What some get some
Stop drop and peral
Chaingang run this bitch
Lock stock and barrel
[We fight together, we ride together
Right now we gonna get live together]
Chain gang is the click
john cena - 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
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
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,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
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust
[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
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust
john cena - flow easy
[Bumpy Knuckles]
First and foremost...
Flow easy, yo
Yo, yo, for the hood (for the hood)
Everybody flow easy, ha ha, so easy
Yo, listen
For the corrupt mob, John Cena, Trademarc, listen
I embarass MC's who touch the mic with me
That's why they never holla when it's showtime - gimme
I spit poison like a black snake bit me
Guns up in the E-Class, D's can't get me
My foot is a 13, 12's don't fit me
My heart is cold and hard like Jack Frost bit me
So many new flows old flows start to panic
It's time they got built by the mic mechanic
Y'all heard, I stay in hood streets like curbs
And never forget, where I come from, word
I ain't goin broke, fuck you, I'll cop me a brick
And take it straight to the block, forget rap quick
Don't trip, Bump got a speed zone sign
For suckers who move too fast against mine
I'm pressed, pushin it full speed ahead
You left, bullet in chest, meet the dead, so
[Chorus]
Flow easy, turn up the mic it's time
to flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
I flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, but yours don't sound like mine
I flow easy, turn up the mic it's time
I flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
I flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, so yours don't sound like mine I flow easy
[Tha Trademarc]
Philosopher first, rapper second
Manifest the message, lessons involved
It all but hits you, aviate your crew and lift you
So what's the issue? Trademarc has got it locked before he meet you
Greet your mind before we even greet you
Won't mislead you, I ain't trustin people, cause I defeat you
Take it down a notch, slow your roll
Cause we crush spirits, like we stole your soul
I set styles off dog, y'all are fuckin mimics
Man I talk more shit than pro-lifers in abortion clinics
Run my mouth off like high school rumors
Man and grab microphones like pedophiles gropin late bloomers
Flow easy like your first day with white sneakers
You just a face in the crowd like packed bleachers
Huh, you better rock a sleeveless
Freddie Foxxx, Trademarc, John Cena breeze through
Y'all are fuckin divas
Flow easy, turn up the mic it's time
to flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
I flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, but yours don't sound like mine
I flow easy, turn up the mic it's time
I flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
I flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, so yours don't sound like mine I flow easy
[John Cena]
First and foremost I sure post potential like Carmelo
Turn a hard MC to jello
Make their skin yellow with fear while stayin mellow and clear
Man, we in for one hell of a year, yeah
Curse a fool like the Red Sox, we tighter than headlocks
I'm flowin easy with Freddie Foxxx
Known to hang it low like dreadlocks and y'all are too slow
Like wearing a weight vest and lead socks
I'm a fat kid, you feed me? I'm still hungry
Never let a bitch take a bill from me
Like Jordan in the 4th quarter, I'm still money
Best believe the flow water, we still runny
Make your stomach feel funny, I'm so sick
With 16 bars twice the value of gold brick
Make it known quick that I'm greedy, we got the rats and the cheese B
So believe me
Flow easy, turn up the mic it's time
to flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
I flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, but yours don't sound like mine
I flow easy, turn up the mic it's time
I flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
I flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, so yours don't sound like mine I flow easy
john cena - if it all ended tomorrow
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
Time runnin out, ain't no one you can borrow
So many paths, which one you gonna follow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
Time runnin out, ain't no one you can borrow
So many paths, which one you gonna follow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
Uh, this is how it go down
I have the black-pound-silence so it don't make sound
About a 150 outta town, aint nobody around
Im in the back seat breakin it down
My love has been a past week dawg lately I found
Hard press made us turn the radio down
But God bless now they talkin bout layin me down
Now they on about shovels in the weight of the ground
What now?
Preachin on the way that they handle thing
Watin patiently to do the 6-foot Same Thing
Now, so I take a second look at my life
I made too many mistakes that I just couldnt make right
Should've been more focused than I take things light
When I'm gone this is what ya'll will say I was like
American fool, no not that baddest or cool
Just a big fish caught up in the shallowish pool
Not a big name playa, in fact its true
Never wanted this shit without the kats he knew
He got lucky rode the co-tails of everyones fame
In two weeks aint nobody gon' rememba his name
Fuck It
I'm ready to go, I done made records
Made monetary often that flow
More importantly though, I proved everyone wrong
Its all over regardless what you say when Im gone
What now?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
Time runnin out, ain't no one you can borrow
So many paths, which one you gonna follow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
Time runnin out, ain't no one you can borrow
So many paths, which one you gonna follow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
I want ya'll to feel the wound, its the truth in my words
I been quiet for too long, the truth should be heard
It was a while back, 10:20 in the morn'
Kat should up on my lawn in the rug-ed uniform
Unexpected, theres a knock on my door
I met this fool in the club, I don' see him before
Open to great him, but the second he sees me
His eyes buckle, his voice is uneasy
But it's cool, I didn't even catch it at first
I check his shoulder, homie's rockin a purse
Now I know something's tricky, but I'm already sittin down
Homie pipes up, you should hear what he's spittin out
Says I've been sleepin wit his wifey
And he ain't the type of kat to take that shit lightly
I made a move and he told me homie wait
Reached in his purse pulled a chrome 38
He asked me if I'm ready to die
Said he was gonna pull my brains all over the sky
Said he was leavin the country, and he was straight with the passports
Cocked the hammer, I'm thinkin my last thoughts
I'm in a bad way, nothin could save this.
I close my eyes hopin it's painless
Just waitin for the sound, ready to swallow too
But homie havin trouble with his follow through
By a miracle, I avoid the chalk ground
Homie's confused, he just wanna be talked down
His wife is sleepin through town and he knew it
Picked me outta the crowd but couldn't do it
Just lost it, and as he's walkin away
I realize life is short so I'm markin the day
Now it's full speed ahead, I'll rest when I'm dead
And I could give a Fuck what the next man said
I live how I wanna live
Buy what I wanna buy
Do what I wanna do
Try What I wanna try
Fear nothin, take chances
Not afraid to fail, always makin advances
So when I ride on the Grim Reaper Highway
No regrets bitch, I did it my way
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
Time runnin out, ain't no one you can borrow
So many paths, which one you gonna follow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
Time runnin out, ain't no one you can borrow
So many paths, which one you gonna follow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
john cena - just another day
[Chorus: John Cena and Trademarc]
This is just another day in the life
Seven flight connectors - past due bill collectors
This is just another day in the life
Mo' money mo' problems - and I ain't got money to solve 'em
This is just another day in the life
Gettin mobbed by fans - man nobody even knows who I am
This is just another day in the life
This is just another day... in my life
[John Cena]
Everybody askin me - what you really like?
Is this really life? Do you really fight?
Do you feel the mic, when there's millions watchin?
Are you super rich now, how much grip you coppin?
You the new kid, now you gettin some shine
When every vet sayin that it's not yo' time
My hustle is non-stop and it's not yo' grind
Plus I hear very clear, I'm not so blind
Beef I don't sweat it, sleep I don't get it
I remember your face it's just your name I forget it
These days they melt together as one
I got some plans to do shit that ain't never been done
Take this game into battles that ain't never been won
I ain't gon' walk through life, I think it's better to run
And yeah I'm eatin right if you askin
But the size of my wallet that's reflection of passion
[John Cena and Trademarc]
This is just another day in the life
Seven flight connectors - past due bill collectors
This is just another day in the life
Mo' money mo' problems - and I ain't got money to solve 'em
This is just another day in the life
Gettin mobbed by fans - man nobody even knows who I am
This is just another day in the life
This is just another day... in my life
[Tha Trademarc]
Just another face in the crowd, so to speak
Huh, my electric was cut off last weak
No heat, no food, no money, no girls
And if life's my oyster then I ain't found pearls
Makin moves every day so the ends could meet
No gas money, so I use my legs and feet
Everybody I meet man, they likely saw
that I be in the same clothes from the night before
Shoes so old you can call 'em retros
Man I'm so damn broke, even my wallet echoes
I got a dollar and change; man, I'm under the gun
That buck's the only thing keepin me from bein a bum
That's why I'm writin these words man, so I can get on
So I can realize bein poor was makin me strong
And the only reason I can't rub pennies together
is cause I carry big bills, in genuine leather
[John Cena and Trademarc]
This is just another day in the life
Seven flight connectors - past due bill collectors
This is just another day in the life
Mo' money mo' problems - and I ain't got money to solve 'em
This is just another day in the life
Gettin mobbed by fans - man nobody even knows who I am
This is just another day in the life
This is just another day... in my life
[Cena] Shakin hands with some fans by the thousands
[Marc] My place so poor, looks like public housin
[Cena] Gettin the Porsche when I shoulda got the CL6
My ride broke down, I'ma kinda between whips
Face on the X-Box, you played the game lately?
[Marc] Man I can't rent, I owe too much in late fees
[Cena] Do I, charter a jet, or fly first class?
[Marc] Do I take a cab? Bus seats hurt my ass
[Cena] Pay my jeweler in cash, he don't take a check
[Marc] The chain I rock, leaves a green mark on my neck
[Cena] Do I get the filet steak or the shrimp & crab mix?
[Marc] Do I get a number 3 or a number 6?
[Cena] Get in the club V.I.P. man they lettin me slide
[Marc] Man they bust me for dress code, I'm still outside
[Cena] Everybody wanna be down, but I ain't got no friends
[Marc] Man nobody's around, I ain't got no friends
[John Cena and Trademarc]
This is just another day in the life
Seven flight connectors - past due bill collectors
This is just another day in the life
Mo' money mo' problems - and I ain't got money to solve 'em
This is just another day in the life
Gettin mobbed by fans - man nobody even knows who I am
This is just another day in the life
This is just another day... in my life
john cena - keep fronting
[Intro / Chorus: Big L sample]
I shoulda been out, I'm de-de-deadly
when I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin
I'ma try-try-try ya chin out
I knocked a lot-lot-lot-lot out of men out
Keep frontin, I'ma try-try-try ya chin out
I knocked a lot-lot
I knocked a lot-lot-lot out of men out
Keep frontin, keep frontin, keep frontin, keep frontin
[Bumpy Knuckles talking over sample]
Yo
Right now
I wanna teach all you MC's out there
How to be
Effective
Let's ride
[Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles]
Do y'all know what time it is when everybody game
is everybody else's hustle and everybody's shame
is somebody else's blame, whatever I became
I did it with hot rhymes and a lung full of flame
I never refrain, from loadin up and takin aim
Like chicks flows are different, I never cum/come the same
My mic will be the dame, written or off the brain
I show up with my chest pumpin hard like Notre Dame
I lose then I regain, hustle is in the vein
I'm drinkin protein shakes to muscle up the brain
In the black Chevy Suburban sippin champagne
with champagne, dick out doin the damn thang
We movin in the fast lane, with them black thangs
On the way to the Bronx, to do the ski-mask thang
I don't know what's so funny cause I ain't laughing
The part is for a dead body, guess who's casting
[Chorus]
[John Cena talking over sample]
Alright bro, I'm hearin you
I'ma see what I can do
See how I can rip it
And be, effective
Follow this
[John Cena]
Cena spittin with the Bump Bump Bump for the Knux
Your whole crew gettin dumped dumped dumped with the chumps
We rollin like Donald Trump Trump Trump with the bucks
Your bitch-ass gettin jump jump jumped cause you suck
Follow me, you stick around round round when it's hot
You claimin that you down down down but you not
You try to offer me a pound pound pound you get got
I can't wait to hear the sound sound sound of you shot
You hearin me, it's time to show show show I got plans
That's all you brought you bettter go go go get your mans
A legal hustle, ain't no no fuckin with grams
Stash the heat cause I can throw throw throw with my hands
I'm tellin you, on screen screen screen with these flicks
Catch me on the scene scene scene with three chicks
I fuck like a fiend fiend fiend with three dicks
Fuck a sixteen teen teen I'm just sick
[Chorus]
[Tha Trademarc over sample]
Yeah, what's good fellas
I'm feelin y'all man
Most these cats
Can't engineer, they career
Yeah, Trademarc, bout to
Bout to show y'all
How to be, effective
[Tha Trademarc]
My camou' colors dog they be beige and brown
That shit was all love 'til you cowards came around
With the same ol' sound that's why your payroll down
That's how the game go now that's why you ain't gain ground
Cause you stuck on then dog, you ain't on now
And that's how it's been baby cause you ain't know how
You move your pen lazy maybe or your beats don't pound
I move quicker than the word on the street go 'round
I write down every lesson that my peeps hold down
You let your heat go blaow if you ain't speak profound
I write sixteens down 'til I hit green now
Makin up slang, ain't know what shit mean now
Trademarc, Marc Predka, jot the real name down
You can catch it on every marquee in town
Sayin Trademarc, ain't nobody like you now
Probably sweatin this track dog, go wipe your brow
[Chorus - 2X]
[Bumpy Knuckles]
You see, that's all it takes
Is for a man to make an effort to be, effective
And if you're not, effective... then you're defective
Hahahaha..
john cena - know the rep
[Bumpy Knuckles]
Hahahaha..
Y'all know the rep,
yeah, listen.
My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin flame.
And kill for the right price I got a buckin name.
My forty caliber too fresh, stuck in aim.
We roll like eighteen wheelers in the truckin game.
I'm nice with mics there's nothin more I like,
Than to paralyze your left side and leave you all right.
I be layin front of your crib with Tec-y all night.
Tryin to get them nine millimeters loaded up tight, listen,
I'm like a Cadillac, I write a battle rap.
So smooth contest you'll be out of that.
Y'all know the beef is stewin, that Bumpy came to ruin,
You may be signed but you don't know what the fuck you doin.
I make aight hot, I make dope raw.
And send you higher than a long Colt four-four.
You know the only rap pimp that kept a hoe poor.
And slam a fool on his back and break the whole floor.
A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop,
We keep on, once the cops are gone.
This is real street spit you best be warned.
Tell your favorite MC the mic is on.
A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop,
We keep on, once the cops are gone.
[John Cena]
Yeah, yeah
It's the J daddy, not Hov' or Jam Master,
My mic is correct, but y'all know the hands faster.
See you bitch rappers I'm attackin the pile.
Y'all be cryin foul cause I'm hackin your style.
I make sure you and your mans done.
When I see y'all both drop, I'm the cat screamin And1,
You see me on the team dog you know the game's over.
Stones on my wrist, and a chip on my shoulder.
Sixteens cashin in on another hot beat.
Go cop me a drop with the butterscotch seats.
And we better not meet, if we do you gon' see a change,
Make sure you whole face gettin rearranged.
We rollin up in the blacked out truck dog,
It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Corrupt Mob.
It's gas on the fire, any time a track blaze,
Squad known to beef up the Heat, just like the Shaq trade.
[Trademarc]
This my 9 to 5, this ain't no hobby cat,
Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is heavy,
Give me a beat, man I'll body that,
Spittin that heat street raps man they nod to that.
What you smilin at? You R&B, man that's hardly rap.
You lost the beat, man you bought a map.
Matter fact, here's my next rap, borrow that.
Been off the street too long, I want my corner back.
You ain't a player, you a armchair quarterback.
You ride the beat like side streets on a flat.
Don't play dumb, I know where you came from,
You only seen slugs buddy after the rain come.
Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch.
Like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout mami let's cuddle.
It's gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down.
A quiet cat with a violent rap, what now?
A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop,
We keep on, once the cops are gone.
This is real street spit you best be warned.
Tell your favorite MC the mic is on.
A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop,
We keep on, once the cops are gone.
john cena - make it loud
[john cena at a live show]
It's the joint baby, gotta make it loud [crowd cheers]
So let me hear some noise from the crowd [more cheering]
[tazz] that's noise!
[chorus 2x: john cena]
It's the joint baby, gotta make it loud
Get the point yo you gota make it loud
Everybody in the club make it loud
So let me hear some noise from the crowd
[john cena]
Yeah, yeah
We came to kick the door down, it's time to hit the floor now
Yo... we got some shit in store now
So; clap your hands while we let the sax blow
Not quite krispy kream, but we came to stack dough*******
We ain't maxed yo, we just try and get this money right
Bills made of spandex, i still keep my money tight
Never stoppin, all i see is the money like
The kid on the mic is too +raw+ for your monday night
If you got in free, or your fuckin cover's paid
Bounce to this motherfucker like you was some rubbermaid
This ain't that cristal sippin type shit
It's that bottle breakin, startin riot type shit
So jump up and down 'til ya break the floor
Yo we keep it underground like a basement tour
East coast reppin, stretchin out to l.a.
Not double-o-seven but we +die another day+, what
[chorus]
[tha trademarc]
I tear up any track, front to back
Like roy jones takin on fifty year-old cats
Makin comebacks, where you at, cats spit soft shit
Like whispers and gloves, i'm not hearin that
It's all love maybe if you wanna rub baby
Anything but that, step back lady
Trademarc, john cena, clubbin it up
We got chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up
I'm all about laid back, don't jock, i hate that
I see through haters games, don't mistake that
I still got love if you buyin our shit
If you claim you hatin us, but you ridin our dicks
Everybody hear the name, marc predka
It's gonna ring like an echo for years, i never left ya
All y'all raise your glass to this shit
Cause trademarc's the head of the class of misfits
[chorus]
[john cena]
We steal your top spot, and you not gettin your number back
Chop down competition like i was a lumberjack
Clear out the club floor, we keep 'em comin back
Tough to bring down like an overweight runningback
Yeah - and we blaze 'em baby
Trademarc, john cena, we amazin baby
Yo we tear up any crew, leave a motherfucker worn
Y'all are just soft like some cinemax porn
[tha trademarc]
I move a crowd like a bomb scare
Grab the mic when we hittin it right, if you want fear
Some say trademarc, he ain't all there
We old school like when sonny, was on cher
Take it back like a richard pyror 8-track
And grab a chunk of your change like a state tax
Man please, we want platinum plaques
I want cream, green, cheddar cheese, to grab in stacks
[chorus]
[scratching trademarc to fade]
"chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up"
"that's that shit!"
[crowd chanting] "ce-na, ce-na, ce-na" [at the end]
john cena - my time is now
Your time is up my time is now
You can't see me my time is now
It's the franchise boy I'm shining now
You can't see me my time is now
Incase you forgot I fell off
I'm still hot knock your shell off
My money stacked fat
Plus I can't turn the swell off
The franchise
Doing big buisness
I live this it's automatic
I witness so you hear those horns
You finished
A soldier
And I stay under you fightin'
Plus I'm stormin' on you chumps
Like I'm thunder and lightnin'
Ain't no way you breakin' me kid I'm harder than nails
Plus I keep it all locked like I'm part of the jails
I'm slaughtering stale
Competition
I got the whole block wishin'
They could run with my division
But they gone fishin'
With no bait
Kid can your boy hold weight
I got my soul straight
I brush your mouth like Colgate
In any weather or never better
Your boy's so hot
You'd never catch me in the next man's sweater
If they hate let 'em hate
I drop your whole clan
Lay your ass DOWN for the 3 second TAN
Your time is up my time is now
You can't see me my time is now
It's the franchise boy I'm shining now
You can't see me (yeah) my time is now
Uh. It's gon' be, what it's gon' be.
Five pounds of courage *Buddy Binks* tan pants with a gold tee.
Ugh, It's a war dance and victory step.
Of all stances, a gift and you insist it's my rep.
John Cena, Trademarc, you'll are so so we talked about the bread you make.
But don't know the recipe for dough though.
Aiming guns in all your photos, that's a no-no.
When this pop your lip lock, your *big tocks I* blame your no show
See what happens when the ice age melt.
You see monetary status is not what matters, but it helps.
I rock a time piece by Benny if any.
The same reason ya'll can love me is the same reason ya'll condemn me.
A man is measured by the way that he thinks
not clothing lines, ice links, leather, and minks.
I spent 20 plus years seeking knowledge itself.
So for now I'm off records living life for wealth
Your time is up my time is now
You can't see me my time is now
It's the franchise boy I'm shining now
You can't see me my time is now
Your time is up my time is now
You can't see me my time is now
It's the franchise boy I'm shining now
You can't see me my time is now
john cena - right now
[John Cena]
Yeah
You can't help but feel it
Can't help but feel this one
Uh-huh uh yeah
Excuse me for a minute while I lighten the mood
Just clap with me like the lightning do, yeah
A bit of soul food that you be bitin into
And if you feel me then I'm writin for you, uh-huh
Right now put another coat of wax on the ride
For a minute put the beef and the gats to the side
Cause this track's got a vibe to chill to
Enjoy life for 5 minutes, man it's not gon' kill you
It's okay to be hard and stay true man
But at the end of the day, we all hu-man
This one's for you, the ones that you close to
Show some love, it's what you supposed to
Right now, forget the ends and the Benz
Pop a cold one, man toast it wit'cha real friends
Call your folks, tell 'em you tight now
Cause everything lookin pretty good right now
[Chorus - sped up vocal sample]
[Tha Trademarc]
Right now baby, we all gon' ride
So place those things on your hips or side
The soul vibe gon' change, give way with fame
But sometimes the moral change or stay the same
Relax baby, right now you here
And sit back baby, with a round of beer
And cheer to those friends who crowded near
For those passed on in spirit they there
It's gon' be what it must, break bread wit'cha crew
If you got kids take the crust
It's all love baby, tell your girl she's strong
And whisper in her ear after dinner it's on
And take it slow baby, cause everything real
When you at family dinner y'all enjoy that meal
Thank God that you healthy and you keepin it tight
And keep your dreams lighthearted when you sleepin at night
[Chorus - sped up vocal sample]
[John Cena]
Yeah - and right now I'm showin love to my brothers and my old man
To my girl, "Let's Get it On" like the slow jam
To everybody that I'm runnin down the road with
Y'all my family, I know that you know this
Fox, Rock, B's and Chaos
Y'all growin up with me man, true to life players
Grandma or grandpa watchin up above
Trademarc you my heart cousin, nothin but love
[Tha Trademarc]
Thanks momma, for all that you was
You a strongarm lady baby crazy with love
My sister raised me, those are the facts
And taught me how to rebuild when the order collapsed
And right now I'm blessed no stress no less
And thanks hip-hop for givin me back focus, huh
Yeah John, what can I say?
It's all love from day one, you showed me the way
[Chorus - sped up vocal sample]
john cena - running game
[John Cena]
We roll by in the pimp ride (then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide (y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
Everybody feelin this, y'all know me serious
I'll be makin you move so quick you can't see me in slow-mo
Get your throat cut when you step in the dojo
Y'all got no flow, we be makin hits
You like a proctologist, you feelin my shit
Yeah - you all hype like a street team
I spend more time holdin a mic than Mean Gene
Makin beat fiends scream, they be lovin the click
Roll solo to the party but I leave with ya chick
Cause she know that when I'm flowin it's hot
There's a party in my pants, she be blowin the spot
Buck naked in the old school drop, givin me skull again
She give me free strokes, that's why I call her a mulligan
See me on TV, knows everything about me
You can't fuck with me, she can't fuck without me
And if you think she don't be lovin my thangs
That's like sayin you eat at Hooters for the buffalo wings, what?
We roll by in the pimp ride (then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide (y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
Everybody feelin this, y'all know me serious
[Tha Trademarc]
Fuck record execs, promisin checks
I been cleanin tables now I'm seein labels, these chicks
sayin "haven't we met," man holdin my breath
Feel like the lesser of two evils that I haven't seen yet
I got girls runnin game with a pimp strut
Big butt booty bitches tryin to link up
They walkin toward me, conversation and they body bore me
I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
Nas said it before, that's raw
If you leavin the club your clothes'll end up on the car floor
Man, I got no time for words after sex
I just kick you to the curb and be laughin next
Cause Trademarc is a clingy chick's nightmare
Even though you took me home, I won't spend the night there
I've had hookers to virgins, on they back
Wild sex all the way to dead lays like necrophiliacs
[John Cena]
We roll by in the pimp ride (then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide (y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
Everybody feelin this, y'all know me serious
Johnny Cena got the girls, girls but I'm not Jay-Z
I play the field, I never let the field play me
You see my Chevy? You know there's ten chicks aboard
Plus the whip got more switches than the mixer board
I'm stickin your whore, while you flossin your Range
Gave her a dollar, she gave me back a buck and some change
She tried to swallow me whole, I brushed the back of her wig
She called my dick Frank White cause it's notoriously B.I.G.
[John Cena]
We roll by in the pimp ride (then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide (y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
Everybody feelin this, y'all know me serious
john cena - summer flings
[John Cena]
Yeah we doin things now man
It's just another day in the life y'know
Always tryin to do some big bid'ness
Sometimes when we havin fun
Some shit goes down y'know, you ain't expectin nothin
Then, somethin come out of nothin
It was just another typical day in the summer
Me, Trademarc, Crouch and my little brother
We put the whips out, we cruise up to the strip man
Three wheel motion killin fools like a hit man
We on some chill shit, vibin out
But we still in the mix, fuck hidin out
On the corner of L Street, I locked eyes with her
I ain't steppin man this bitch had guys with her
She came through the crowd and walked over to me
Catchin P off guard, she actin like she knew me
Her name was Shannon, she was canon
She's hangin with Melissa, this big booty chick you couldn't miss her
This chick was like a fitted cap, all over my dome
Said she wanna be down, but I ain't takin her home
That's when she said she live right down the street
She love white chocolate, well I got somethin sweet
[Female singer]
Saw you walkin down the street and I
heard you say you had somethin sweet for me
Lover.. (somethin sweet) lover.. somethin sweet
Saw you walkin down the street and I
heard you say you had somethin sweet for me
Lover.. (somethin sweet) lover.. somethin sweet
[Tha Trademarc]
We run game, {?} Blanson, what's your hon's name
I can take an Eva hot bitch like bum change
Playin hard to get when I step, I'm afraid
I can treat a chick like cheap gas and upgrade
Whatever you need, whatever you want
With Trademarc on your arm, girl what more could you flaunt
There's just something about us, summer fling got you wondering
where I'll be in spring, but that's another thing
I'll be out girl, quicker than tans
If you want somethin stick hurr, stick wit'cha man
I ain't lookin for a lover girl, I'm lookin for sex
I can tell you I got money or I'm pushin a Lex
Whatever gets you hot, that's what I say next
Gettin passed through the crew girl that's a safe bet
I think it's funny how it doesn't take a whole lot
Trademarc's like an open flame, getting girls hot
[Female singer]
Saw you walkin down the street and I
heard you say you had somethin sweet for me
Lover.. (somethin sweet) lover.. somethin sweet
Saw you walkin down the street and I
heard you say you had somethin sweet for me
Lover.. (somethin sweet) lover.. somethin sweet
[John Cena]
Yo... with these sweet flows, the streets knows
whether we pimped out in streets clothes, we the bomb like deep throws
My speech grows to reach hoes - all over the globe
I got class like a Ric Flair robe
[Tha Trademarc]
Man I'm in and out quick like Jordan in the zone
D takin out a bitch like a pass from Shaq to Kobe
You know me with a extra set of hands
a bitch couldn't hold me man I leave 'em lonely
[John Cena]
If I catch a glimpse of your chick when she smile and fine
I make sure she lose your number, she'd be dialin mine
I ain't about a wife even if she won this right
I'll fuck for seven days but stand for one night
[Tha Trademarc]
Man we decked out John, the strict gutter
I'll have a girl repeatin my name in sex like the bitch stutter
I got moves lookin butter with a tight fade
Forever dipped fresh man like Minot Gray
[Female singer]
Saw you walkin down the street and I
heard you say you had somethin sweet for me
Lover.. (somethin sweet) lover.. somethin sweet
Saw you walkin down the street and I
heard you say you had somethin sweet for me
Lover.. (somethin sweet) lover.. somethin sweet
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