Stay Out of My Way
Исполнитель: Mase
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<br>[intro]<br><br>Hey yo, dogs, for real? <br><br>Im yo man but you got the address up<br><br>Cuz now you got chicks talk "what the fuck"<br><br>"what the fuck", "what the fuck"<br><br><br><br>[mase]<br><br>You know somebody swung on me & cut me? <br><br>(come on come on come on)<br><br>You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me? <br><br>(come on come on come on)<br><br>Is they stoppin my money? (hell no)<br><br>(come on come on come on)<br><br>Then it aint no problem here<br><br>(come on come on come on)<br><br>Cmon I aint wit that man<br><br>(yeah, what, what)<br><br>Just throw my b back on<br><br><br><br>Yo, yo, yo<br><br>You know my mission aint complete<br><br>till I hit the city with a 600 jeep<br><br>Hardest nigga from all out you wanna meet<br><br>Hash in the dash with heat under the seat<br><br>Chased kate 52 states straight<br><br>But still aint nothin sweet<br><br>I took a year off to let the young niggas eat<br><br>Everybody wit me want bucks<br><br>Walk around platinum linked up<br><br>With money like brink trucks<br><br>Shit get too hot? puff, put the minks up<br><br>Come back in the summertime like fuck it, its summertime<br><br>All out tattoos over wife beaters<br><br>Get mail branson, never buy reefer<br><br>Bentley five seater, its all for real<br><br>First rapper to close down a mall with a mil<br><br>The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt<br><br>Plus the money so Im on nigga one<br><br>Talk to me<br><br><br><br>1 - [total]<br><br>If you dont fuck with me<br><br>Like I dont fuck with you<br><br>It aint much for us to talk about<br><br><br><br>Cuz you dont fuck with me (yo, yo, yo, yo)<br><br>And you know I dont fuck with you<br><br>So all I can say (uh uh)<br><br>Is stay out my way<br><br><br><br>[mase]<br><br>Dont take much to wake up, taped up<br><br>Fuck the district, I live in jacob<br><br>Hit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made up<br><br>See me without puff, try to get your weight up, uh<br><br>Aint nuttin between you and me<br><br>And on the real, nuttin you could do wit me<br><br>I got cats thatll find you and leave you<br><br>Pull that hoodie over your head<br><br>And put five in your ceasar<br><br>Doubt me now and die a believer<br><br>Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver<br><br>When the wars on, put your gloves and your gores on<br><br>Teflon hard hat nigga, put it all on<br><br>Beef no more thats what other niggas for<br><br>I got a fam that love to go to war<br><br>Love to get locked up, love pickin the odds up<br><br>Love not comin home, love to be boxed up<br><br>Im from a town where kids could pop up<br><br>Little punks in garbage bags, body all chopped up<br><br>Ill come around your block knowin you got popped up<br><br>Arms are rocked up, bentley wit the top up<br><br>Uh, you dont stop, come on<br><br><br><br>Repeat 1 while:<br><br>What, what, what<br><br>Yeah yeah yeah what what what<br><br>You dont like me nigga? (what the fuck? )<br><br>You wanna fight me nigga? (huh? huh? )<br><br>Stop frontin nigga (you frontin nigga)<br><br>Uh<br><br><br><br>[mase]<br><br>Yo, one, two, three, four<br><br>Everybody on the floor<br><br>You see grams, imma see craters<br><br>By the time you see land imma see acres<br><br>Drop another cd just to see paper<br><br>And before you see me youll see the maker<br><br>All I see is more chances, more advances<br><br>More houses, no spouses, more beaches<br><br>Wild thugs around me and no leechin<br><br>When they guns out played, therell be no reachin<br><br>Ballin in dirty south wit no creases<br><br>And all I see is more f-in iced out jesus pieces<br><br>The rock over sean john fleeces<br><br>You never love the money like we love it<br><br>Pay the chick sucka, and let her teeth touch it<br><br><br><br>All out<br><br>Bad boy forever<br><br>The movement<br><br>What<br><br><br><br>Repeat 1<br><br>Repeat 1