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 baselines 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 f**k with us
Y`all bound to lose, another one bites the dust
Y`all, bitch crews, don`t wanna f**k with us
Y`all bound to lose, another one bites the dust

It`s Trademark 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
F**k a droptop, crop if I`m creepin` on you

Click-clack nickel back 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**k like Eskimo hoes at 7 below
You slow, you be the last to think
My hands seen more f**kin` dirt than bathroom sinks

Y`all, bitch crews, don`t wanna f**k with us
Y`all bound to lose, another one bites the dust
Y`all, bitch crews, don`t wanna f**k with us
Y`all bound to lose, another one bites the dust

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 f**kin` 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 f**k with us
Y`all bound to lose, another one bites the dust
Y`all, bitch crews, don`t wanna f**k with us
Y`all bound to lose, another one bites the dust