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Make it Loud

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud

So let me hear some noise from the crowd

That's noise

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud

Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud

Everybody in the club make it loud

And let me hear some noise from the crowd

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud

Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud

Everybody in the club make it loud

And 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 rubber made

This ain't that Cristal sippin' type shit

It's that bottle breakin', startin' riot type shit

So jump up and down till ya break the floor

Yo, we keep it underground like a basement tour

East coast reppin', stretchin' out to L.A.

Not 007 but we 'Die Another Day', what

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud

Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud

Everybody in the club make it loud

And let me hear some noise from the crowd

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud

Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud

Everybody in the club make it loud

And let me hear some noise from the crowd

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

Anythin' 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

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud

Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud

Everybody in the club make it loud

And let me hear some noise from the crowd

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud

Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud

Everybody in the club make it loud

And let me hear some noise from the crowd

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 runnin' back

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

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 eight-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

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud

Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud

Everybody in the club make it loud

And let me hear some noise from the crowd

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud

Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud

Everybody in the club make it loud

And let me hear some noise from the crowd

Chaos on the one and two, cuttin' it up

Chaos on the one and two, cuttin' it up

That's that shit

That's that shit

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