Stay out of My Way Songtext

von Mase

Intro
Hey yo,dogs,for real?
I'm yo' man but you got to dress up(Yeah)
Cuz(Yeah)now you got chicks goin'"What the fuck"
You know[What the fuck]somebody[What the fuck]swing on me and cut me?
(C'mon)You know(C'mon)somebody pulled(C'mon) a gun on me and robbed me?
(Come on come on come on)
Is they stoppin'(C'mon)my brain[?](C'mon,c'mon(Hell no),c'mon-)
Then it ain't no(C'mon)problem(C'mon)here(C'mon)
C'mon I ain't wit(Yeah)that man(What,what)
Just put my beat(Yo)back on(Yo)

Verse:1 Ma$e
Yo
You know my mission ain't complete
'Till I hit the city with a 600 Jeep
Hardest nigga from All Out you wanna meet
Hash in the dash with heat under the seat
Chased K 52 states straight
But still ain't nothin' sweet
I took a year off to let the young nigga's eat
Everybody wit' me want bucks
Walk around platinum linked up
With money like Brink trucks
Shit get too hot Puff,put the minks up
Come back in the summertime like,fuckin' Summer Time
All Out tattoo's over wife beaters
Get Mel Branson,never buy refer
Bentley five seater,it's all for real
First rapper to close down a mall with a mil'{Yeah}
The clothes,the hoes{Yeah},the cars that flaunt{Yeah}
Plus the money so I'm on nigga one
Talk to me

Chorus: Total
If you don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to talk about
Cuz you don't fuck with me(Yo,yo,yo)
And you know I don't fuck(Yo)with you
(Uh)So all I can say(Uh,uh)
Is stay out my way

Verse:2 Ma$e
Don't take much to wake up,taped up
Fuck the district,I live in Jacob
Hit a nigga bitch,nigga kiss and made up
See me without Puff,try to get your weight up,uh
Ain't nutin' between you and me
And on the real,nutin' you could do wit me
I got cash that'll fund your leave
You'll pull that hoodie over your head
And put five in your Ceasar
Doubt me now and die a believer
Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver
When the war's on put your gloves and your Gore's on
Teflon hard hat nigga,put it all on
Beef no more that's what other nigga's for
I got a fam' that love to go to war
Love to get locked up,love pickin' they ox up
Love not comin' home,love to be boxed up
I'm from a town where your kids could pop up
Little punks in garbage bags,body all chopped up{Yeah}
I come and run{Yeah}your block{Yeah}knowing you got popped{Yeah}up
Arms are rocked up,Bentley wit' the top up
Uh{You don't fuck}you don't stop{With me},come on

Chorus: Total
You don't fuck with me
And I don't fuck with you
It ain't much(What,what,yeah,yeah,yeah)for us(What)to(What)talk(What)about
(You don't like)
Cuz(Me nigga)you don't fuck with me[What the fuck](You wanna fight me)
And you(Nigga)know I[He]don't[He]fuck with you(Stop frontin]
So(Nigga)all[Front you]I can[Nigga]say(Uh)
Is stay out my{My way} way

Verse:3 Ma$e
One,two three,four
Everybody on the floor
You see grams,I'mma see craeter
By the time you see land I'mma see acres
Drop another CD just to see paper
And before you see me you will see the maker
All I see is more chances,more advances
More houses,no spouses,more beaches
Wild thugs around me and no leeches
When the gun's out playa,there'll be no reachin'
Ballin' in dirty self wit no creasin'
And all I see is more F than iced out Jesus pieces
The rock over showin' John faces
You never love the money like we love it{Yeah}
Pay the chick sucka{Yeah},and let her teeth{Yeah}touch it
All Out
Bad Boy forever
The Movement
What

Chorus: Total
You don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to talk about
Cuz you don't fuck with me
And you know I don't fuck with you
So all I can say
Is stay out my{My way}way

You don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to talk about
Cuz you don't fuck with me
And you know I don't fuck with you
So all I can say
Is stay out my{My way}way