John Cena - Don't f** With Us lyrics

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, baselines that'll make your neck break This rook will take your queen and put your king in check mate Open your mind without makin ya meditate We real champs, y'all just featherweight Time to get it straight, I push ya wig back Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac Beefin with us, we're leavin your face down Stompin b**h rappers like I'm straight outta A-Town Runnin the play ground like it was a track meet Shoes on the quick that be bigger than Shaq's feet We into big things, bank accounts, overgrown All types of cheese, swiss cheddar povalon Guaranteed to burn wax like candles Tracks hittin hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels [Chorus] Y'all b**h crews (crews) Don't wanna f** with us Y'all bound to lose Another one bites the dust (f**er) It's Trademarc, the truth Laid back on loof, 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 drop top crop If I'm creepin on you Click clack n***a rap knick knacks if you got heaters on you Spittin back loud rounders with five pounders If you heatin onto, I'll put a beatin on you You sounds tired, buddy, that's why I'm sleepin on you We lean back in the ride with cream stacks in the bar hide That's how the guards slide with the raw vibe Straight military camel clothes, hash brown boots, shoots I will handle the flow Since an animals gold tooth and brand it like (?) You go f** like eskimo hoes (??? - The rest is hard to figure out) [Chorus] I got pump stumps and switches Dump stunks is b**hes We feed you to the sharks, you can sleep with the fishes (?) 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 clique pissed, ain't nobody could save ya Throw heat without lookin like Fernando Valezuela Marc Records the name, the rest of you lame I'm ego driven seen with different women every size and flame I refine my game by f**in famous b**hes But it's all the same it's just next to the miss Sex to the brain, misses or misses Married or not, my game don't stop These cars bars bars and stocks, you ain't seen my flow Y'all are small-time s**ers, like a knee high hoe [Chorus]