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