Don't Fuck With Us Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

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 fuck with us 

Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust 

Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna fuck 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 

Fuck 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 fuck like Eskimo hoes at 7 below 

You slow, you be the last to think 

My hands seen more fuckin' dirt than bathroom sinks 

Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna fuck with us 

Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust 

Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuck with us 

Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust 

Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna fuck with us 

Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust