[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 gotat 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 crispy green 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 oh 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]