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[Chorus: John Cena]
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If you don't know by now, we runnin the game
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Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain
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Show respect to Cen' and Trade
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Cut the check, believe we're paid
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Y'all waitin for the single to drop
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Look down on the charts cause we sittin on top
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Everybody else feelin the flow
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If you don't know by now (we didn't want you to know)
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[John Cena]
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Get nasty, doin dirt don't put it past me
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"Appetite for Destruction," +Axl+ couldn't +Slash+ me
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I got hounds that found where your stash be
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They play my sound in towns, rats harass me
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They know I'm nice, they ain't bettin on you
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That's like playin roulette and bettin on blue
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Cena gon' blow - you goin no place
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Snatch your dame, show her my old face
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Still walk tall with a staggered stance
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Plus I hold on the club like I was Bagger Vance
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Make you breakdance for me, have you doin headspins
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Ship you to D.C., covered in Redskins
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Catch me in a classic drop low with the wine paint
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Plus I'm classic on the flow, every line great
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Believe me, yo the speech is tight
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I lay you down like when you sleep at night, big business
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[Chorus]
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[Tha Trademarc]
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Y'all are cowards y'all found power and cower
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The gunpowder a thousand shots an hour leavin blocks devoured
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Have your family prayin for your survival
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Bust shots and get cops bent out control like a spiral
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Man get the fuck on if you got bangers involved
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Man get the fuck on and keep your chambers revolved
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Man get the fuck on and get your weight up
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Man get the fuck on or you get laid up
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Sippin BNB out the sceptre
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It's not Trademarc to you dog it's still mister
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Sophisticated, and Marc's never stuck up
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I know when to shoot my mouth off and when to shut the fuck up
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Every rhyme I write, worth bitin
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Every room I'm in, worth micin
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I'm artistic, you must have missed it
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When I said every rapper sucks I was bein optimistic
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[Chorus]
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[Tha Trademarc]
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Trademarc's mind is dilated
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Highly rated, madly envied, that mean we kindly hated
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The nightcrawler brawl and have you missin
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when we drag your body out to sea like fishermen
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and takin everything that's glistenin
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So run your chain or your dame, it's all the same
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Just a verb exchanged - you listenin?
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Man, I never leak what I think
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And never sleep cause you miss the point of life when you blink
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[John Cena]
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Fuck with the kid I'll leave you laid up in intensive care
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This monopoly, I ain't got intent to share
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When it's time to do business, I got no friends
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A true hustler, burn the candle at both ends
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If anybody on the scene doubt
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I show 'em so much green, you think I'm farmin fuckin bean sprouts
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Wrist iced when I'm cracked ya mold
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Cause revenge is a dish that is best served (cold)
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[Chorus]
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We Didn't Want You To Know
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John Cena |