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Make it loud

by John Cena. Buy album CD: You Can'T See Me

It's the joint baby, gotta make it loud!
So let me hear some noise from the crowd!

[Tazz] That's noise!

[Chorus 2X:]

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!

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


[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


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

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Album: You Can'T See Me (2005) Lyrics
cd Buy "You Can'T See Me" CD
  1. If it all ended tomorow
  2. Keep forntin' feat. bumpy kunckles
  3. My Time Is Now
  4. The time is now
  5. Don't Fuck With Us
  6. Flow easy
  7. Right now
  8. Make it loud
  9. Just another day
  10. Summer flings
  11. Keep Frontin
  12. We Didn't Want You To Know
  13. Bad, bad man
  14. Running game
  15. Beantown
  16. This is how we roll
  17. Know The Rep
  18. What now
  19. Chain gang is the click
  20. If It All Ended Tomorrow


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