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"Right Now"
[John Cena]
Yeah
You can't
help but feel it
Can't help but feel this one
Uh-huh uh yeah
Excuse me for a minute while I lighten the mood
Just clap with me like the lightning do, yeah
A bit of soul food that you be bitin into
And if you feel me then I'm
writin for you, uh-huh
Right now put another coat of wax on the ride
For a minute put the beef and the gats to the side
Cause
this track's got a vibe to chill to
Enjoy life for 5 minutes, man it's
not gon' kill you
It's okay to be hard and stay true man
But at the end of the day, we all hu-man
This one's
for you, the ones that you close to
Show some love, it's what you supposed
to
Right now, forget the ends and the Benz
Pop
a cold one, man toast it wit'cha real friends
Call your folks, tell 'em
you tight now
Cause everything lookin pretty good right now
[Chorus - sped up vocal sample]
[Tha Trademarc]
Right now baby, we all gon' ride
So
place those things on your hips or side
The soul vibe gon' change, give way
with fame
But sometimes the moral change or stay the same
Relax baby, right now you here
And sit back baby, with a round of beer
And cheer to those friends who crowded near
For
those passed on in spirit they there
It's gon' be what it must, break bread
wit'cha crew
If you got kids take the crust
It's all love baby, tell your girl she's strong
And whisper in
her ear after dinner it's on
And take it slow baby, cause everything real
When you at family dinner y'all enjoy that meal
Thank God that you healthy and you keepin it tight
And keep your dreams
lighthearted when you sleepin at night
[Chorus - sped up vocal sample]
[John Cena]
Yeah - and right now
I'm showin love to my brothers and my old man
To my girl, "Let's Get
it On" like the slow jam
To everybody that I'm runnin down the road with
Y'all my family, I know that you know this
Fox, Rock, B's and Chaos
Y'all growin up with me man, true to
life players
Grandma or grandpa watchin up above
Trademarc you my heart cousin, nothin but love
[Tha Trademarc]
Thanks momma, for all that you was
You
a strongarm lady baby crazy with love
My sister raised me, those are the facts
And taught me how to rebuild when the order collapsed
And right now I'm blessed no stress no less
And thanks hip-hop for
givin me back focus, huh
Yeah John, what can I say?
It's all love from day one, you showed me the way
[Chorus -
sped up vocal sample]
"Just Another Day"
[Chorus: John Cena and Trademarc]
This is just
another day in the life
Seven flight connectors - past due bill collectors
This is just another day in the life
Mo' money
mo' problems - and I ain't got money to solve 'em
This is just another
day in the life
Gettin mobbed by fans - man nobody even knows who I am
This is just another day in the life
This is just
another day... in my life
[John Cena]
Everybody askin me - what you really like?
Is this really life? Do you
really fight?
Do you fear the mic, when there's millions watchin?
Are you super rich now, how much grip you coppin?
You
the new kid, now you gettin some shine
When every vet sayin that it's not yo'
time
My hustle is non-stop and it's not yo' grind
Plus I hear very clear, I'm not so blind
Beef I don't sweat it,
sleep I don't get it
I remember your face it's just your name I forget
it
These days they melt together as one
I
got some plans to do shit that ain't never been done
Take this game into battles
that ain't never been won
I ain't gon' walk through life, I think it's
better to run
And yeah I'm eatin right if you askin
But the size of my wallet that's reflection of passion
[Chorus]
[Tha Trademarc]
Just another face
in the crowd, so to speak
Huh, my electric was cut off last weak
No heat, no food, no money, no girls
And if life's my
oyster then I ain't found pearls
Makin moves every day so the ends could meet
No gas money, so I use my legs and feet
Everybody
I meet man, they likely saw
that I be in the same clothes from the night before
Shoes so old you can call 'em retros
Man
I'm so damn broke, even my wallet echoes
I got a dollar and change; man, I'm
under the gun
That buck's the only thing keepin me from bein a bum
That's why I'm writin these words man, so I can get on
So I can realize bein poor was makin me strong
And the only reason I can't
rub pennies together
is cause I carry big bills, in genuine leather
[Chorus]
[Cena] Shakin hands with
some fans by the thousands
[Marc] My place so poor, looks like public housin
[Cena] Gettin the Porsche when I shoulda got the CL6
[Marc]
My ride broke down, I'ma kinda between whips
[Cena] Face on the X-Box, you
played the game lately?
[Marc] Man I can't rent, I owe too much in late fees
[Cena] Do I, charter a jet, or fly first class?
[Marc] Do I take a cab? Bus seats hurt my ass
[Cena] Pay my jeweler in
cash, he don't take a check
[Marc] The chain I rock, leaves a green mark on
my neck
[Cena] Do I get the filet steak or the shrimp & crab mix?
[Marc] Do I get a number 3 or a number 6?
[Cena]
Get in the club V.I.P. man they lettin me slide
[Marc] Man they bust me for dress
code, I'm still outside
[Cena] Everybody wanna be down, but I ain't got
no friends
[Marc] Man nobody's around, I ain't got no friends
[Chorus]
"Summer Flings"
[John Cena]
Yeah we doin things
now man
It's just another day in the life y'know
Always tryin to do some big bid'ness
Sometimes when we havin fun
Some shit goes down y'know, you ain't expectin nothin
Then, somethin come out of nothin
It was just another
typical day in the summer
Me, Trademarc, Crouch and my little brother
We put the whips out, we cruise up to the strip man
Three
wheel motion killin fools like a hit man
We on some chill shit, vibin out
But we still in the mix, fuck hidin out
On the corner
of L Street, I locked eyes with her
I ain't steppin man this bitch had guys
with her
She came through the crowd and walked over to me
Catchin P off guard, she actin like she knew me
Her name was Shannon,
she was canon
She's hangin with Melissa, this big booty chick you couldn't
miss her
This chick was like a fitted cap, all over my dome
Said she wanna be down, but I ain't takin her home
That's
when she said she live right down the street
She love white chocolate, well I got
somethin sweet
[Chorus 2X: female singer]
Saw you walkin down the street and I
heard you say you had somethin sweet
for me
Lover.. (somethin sweet) lover.. somethin sweet
[Tha Trademarc]
We run game, {?} Blanson, what's your
hon's name
I can take an Eva hot bitch like bum change
Playin hard to get when I step, I'm afraid
I can treat
a chick like cheap gas and upgrade
Whatever you need, whatever you want
With Trademarc on your arm, girl what more could you flaunt
There's just something about us, summer fling got you wondering
where
I'll be in spring, but that's another thing
I'll be out girl, quicker
than tans
If you want somethin stick hurr, stick wit'cha man
I ain't lookin for a lover girl, I'm lookin for sex
I
can tell you I got money or I'm pushin a Lex
Whatever gets you hot, that's
what I say next
Gettin passed through the crew girl that's a safe bet
I think it's funny how it doesn't take a whole lot
Trademarc's like an open flame, getting girls hot
[Chorus]
[John Cena]
Yo... with these sweet
flows, the streets knows
whether we pimped out in streets clothes, we the bomb
like deep throws
My speech grows to reach hoes - all over the globe
I got class like a Ric Flair robe
[Tha Trademarc]
Man I'm in and out quick like Jordan in the zone
D takin out a bitch like a pass from Shaq to Kobe
You know me with a extra
set of hands
a bitch couldn't hold me man I leave 'em lonely
[John Cena]
If I catch a glimpse of your
chick when she smile and fine
I make sure she lose your number, she'd be dialin
mine
I ain't about a wife even if she won this right
I'll fuck for seven days but stand for one night
[Tha Trademarc]
Man we decked out John, the strict gutter
I'll
have a girl repeatin my name in sex like the bitch stutter
I got moves lookin butter
with a tight fade
Forever dipped fresh man like Minot Gray
[Chorus]
"Running Game"
[20 second instrumental to open]
[Chorus
2X: John Cena]
We roll by in the pimp ride (then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide (y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the
thick side
Everybody feelin this, y'all know we serious
[John Cena]
I'll be makin you move so quick
you can't see me in slow-mo
Get your throat cut when you step in the dojo
Y'all got no flow, we be makin hits
You
like a proctologist, you feelin my shit
Yeah - you all hype like a street team
I spend more time holdin a mic than Mean Gene
Makin beat fiends scream, they be lovin the click
Roll solo to the party
but I leave with ya chick
Cause she know that when I'm flowin it's hot
There's a party in my pants, she be blowin the spot
Buck naked in the old school drop, givin me skull again
She give me free
strokes, that's why I call her a mulligan
See me on TV, knows everything about
me
You can't fuck with me, she can't fuck without me
And if you think she don't be lovin my thangs
That's
like sayin you eat at Hooters for the buffalo wings, what?
[Chorus]
[Tha Trademarc]
Fuck record execs, promisin
checks
I been cleanin tables now I'm seein labels, these chicks
sayin "haven't we met," man holdin my breath
Feel like the lesser of two evils that I haven't seen yet
I got girls
runnin game with a pimp strut
Big butt booty bitches tryin to link up
They walkin toward me, conversation and they body bore me
I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
Nas said
it before, that's raw
If you leavin the club your clothes'll end up on
the car floor
Man, I got no time for words after sex
I just kick you to the curb and be laughin next
Cause Trademarc is a clingy
chick's nightmare
Even though you took me home, I won't spend the night
there
I've had hookers to virgins, on they back
Wild sex all the way to dead lays like necrophiliacs
[Chorus]
[John Cena]
Johnny Cena got the
girls, girls but I'm not Jay-Z
I play the field, I never let the field play
me
You see my Chevy? You know there's ten chicks aboard
Plus the whip got more switches than the mixer board
I'm
stickin your whore, while you flossin your Range
Gave her a dollar, she gave me
back a buck and some change
She tried to swallow me whole, I brushed the back of
her wig
She called my dick Frank White cause it's +Notoriously B.I.G.+
[Chorus]
"Beantown"
"Big up Boston!"
[John Cena]
Yeah whassup baby? We gon' do some things right now
Show you how we do 'em in the Bean, y'knahmsayin?
N.Y. representin,
Dirty South representin
Chi-Town, L.A., they all doin their thing
We got a lil' somethin bubblin in Beanpot over here y'know?
I got my crew right back gon' show you how it's done
Straight
up, hittin one two like Manny Ortiz ya heard?
It's John Cena baby, and
we heatin up the Beanpot
Big up Boston, you know the whole team hot
Yo we fresh, y'all a little bit stale
And we
'bout to make it ugly just like Kevin McHale
Cena takin over - I'm 'bout
to make the scene mine
I got a tea party, baby meet me on the Green Line
Ain't too many kids that flow better than me
Roll
thick like Yassir sideburns in seventy-three
Like Tom Brady and the Pats, we rollin
kids
Cross me and pay a toll like the Tobin Bridge
From the home of the curse, y'all know what I mean
We like the left
field wall, we stackin +Monster Green+
Knock you out of the park, you land on Yawkey
Way
My shit be butter, but around here we say Parkay/parquet
I rent my own team, we takin over the industry
Like the
big dick, baby nobody can finish me
[Chorus: scratched 4X]
"Big up Boston!" "No one shows pity"
[Tha
Trademarc]
Yeah, it's Trademarc baby, biggin up Boston, yeah
6-1-7, 9-7-8, 7-8-1, 5-0-8, and 4-1-3
And I don't mean
to brag, but it's in the bag
And we alone on top like we goin stag
It's a dynasty, that's how I see things
In
four years we countin three rings
I'm the MVP, baby gimme that key ring
And me, Brady and Branch'll own our sweet thing
Yeah,
and we ain't gon' stop
We at the Eagle {?}, cook 'em all as they flop
And T.O. takin on the B roll and that's the past
Beatin everybody and the salary cap
What now? You say titan's your
rep
That's like Peyton winning big games out on Gillette
We don't forget y'all, we're keepin it grimy
Had
the Steel Curtain lookin like venetian blinds
Yeah baby, that's how it go
That's why next year it's lookin like 3 in a row
[Chorus]
[Esoteric]
Yeah, uhh
It's Esoteric, tunin in
Puttin it down, for Boston Mass
Yo, I rep the Bean, y'all see the
way it be
Home of Source magazine, the Pats and Edo. G
Steadily poetically I'm Bill Russell in command
Peace to Dorcester,
Roxbury, Mattapan
Pack a man down quick like neanderthals
Standin tall after brawlin up in Fanueil Hall
As a young buck moms said
I disobey
All she heard was no-ma/Nomar like fans in Fenway
But they sent him to the dugs, I'm like Manny when he shrugs
And {?} bug to the {?} women wearin {?} in the club
A deadly combination
like venom hit your blood
Jason Varitek with the glove, it's all love
I'm like Schindler with the red sock, when I get hot
My aim is dangerous, like the Larry Bird set shot
It's clear now,
you livin in fear now
Big up Boston, the champ is here now
[Chorus]
"Flow Easy"
(feat. Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie
Foxxx))
[Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx]
First and foremost...
Flow easy, yo
Yo, yo, for the hood (for the hood)
Everybody flow easy, ha ha, so easy
Yo, listen
For the corrupt mob, John
Cena, Trademarc, listen
I embarass MC's who touch the mic with me
That's why they never holla when it's showtime - gimme
I spit poison like a black snake bit me
Guns up in the E-Class, D's
can't get me
My foot is a 13, 12's don't fit me
My heart is cold and hard like Jack Frost bit me
So many
new flows old flows start to panic
It's time they got built by the mic mechanic
Y'all heard, I stay in hood streets like curbs
And never forget, where I come from, word
I ain't goin broke, fuck
you, I'll cop me a brick
And take it straight to the block, forget rap quick
Don't trip, Bump got a speed zone sign
For
suckers who move too fast against mine
I'm pressed, pushin it full speed ahead
You left, bullet in chest, meet the dead, so
[Chorus]
Flow easy, turn up the mic it's time
to flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
I flow easy, the
underground pound and grime
Flow easy, but yours don't sound like mine
I flow easy, turn up the mic it's time
I flow
easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
I flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, so yours don't sound like mine I flow easy
[Tha Trademarc]
Philosopher first, rapper second
Manifest the message, lessons involved
It all but hits you, aviate your
crew and lift you
So what's the issue? Trademarc has got it locked before he
meet you
Greet your mind before we even greet you
Won't mislead you, I ain't trustin people, cause I defeat you
Take
it down a notch, slow your roll
Cause we crush spirits, like we stole your soul
I set styles off dog, y'all are fuckin mimics
Man I talk more shit than pro-lifers in abortion clinics
Run my mouth
off like high school rumors
Man and grab microphones like pedophiles gropin late
bloomers
Flow easy like your first day with white sneakers
You just a face in the crowd like packed bleachers
Huh,
you better rock a sleeveless
Freddie Foxxx, Trademarc, John Cena breeze through
Y'all are fuckin divas
[Chorus]
[John Cena]
First and foremost
I sure post potential like Carmelo
Turn a hard MC to jello
Make their skin yellow with fear while stayin mellow and clear
Man,
we in for one hell of a year, yeah
Curse a fool like the Red Sox, we tighter than
headlocks
I'm flowin easy with Freddie Foxxx
Known to hang it low like dreadlocks and y'all are too slow
Like wearing
a weight vest and lead socks
I'm a fat kid, you feed me? I'm still hungry
Never let a bitch take a bill from me
Like
Jordan in the 4th quarter, I'm still money
Best believe the flow water, we
still runny
Make your stomach feel funny, I'm so sick
With 16 bars twice the value of gold brick
Make it known quick that I'm
greedy, we got the rats and the cheese B
So believe me
[Chorus]
"The Time Is Now"
[Chorus: John Cena]
Your time is up, my time
is now
You can't see me, my time is now
It's
the franchise, boy I'm shinin now
You can't see me, my time is now!
[John Cena]
In case you forgot or fell off
I'm still hot - knock your shell off
My money stack fat plus I can't turn
the swell off
The franchise, doin big bid'ness, I live this
It's automatic I win this - oh you hear those horns, you finished
A soldier, and I stay under you fightin
Plus I'm stormin on you chumps
like I'm thunder and lightning
Ain't no way you breakin me kid, I'm
harder than nails
Plus I keep it on lock, like I'm part of the jail
I'm slaughterin stale, competition, I got the whole block wishin
they could run with my division but they gone fishin -
- with no bait,
kid your boy hold weight
I got my soul straight, I brush your mouth like Colgate
In any weather I'm never better your boy's so hot
you'll never catch me in the next man's sweater
If they hate,
let 'em hate, I drop ya whole clan
Lay yo' ass DOWN for the three second
TAN
[Chorus]
[Tha Trademarc]
Yeah, uhh
It's gon' be what
it's gon' be
Five pounds of courage buddy, bass tint pants with a gold
T
Uhh - it's a war dance and victory step
A raw stance is a gift, when you insist it's my rep
John Cena, Trademarc,
y'all are so-so
And talk about the bread you make but don't know the recipe
for dough though
Aimin guns in all your photos, that's a no-no
When this pop, you'll liplock, your big talk's a blatant no-show
See what happens when the ice age melt
You see monetary
status is not what matters, but it helps
I rock a timepiece by Benny if any
The same reason y'all could love me is the same reason y'all condemn me
A man's measured by the way that he thinks
Not
clothing lines, ice links, leather and minks
I spent 20 plus years seekin knowledge
of self
So for now Marc Predka's livin live for wealth
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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