Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Ma$e - Stay out of my way ------------------------------------------ [Intro] Hey yo, dogs, for real? Iīm yoī man but you got the address up Cuz now you got chicks talkī "What the fuck" "What the fuck", "what the fuck" [Mase] You know somebody swung on me & cut me? (Come on come on come on) You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me? (Come on come on come on) Is they stoppinī my money? (Hell no) (Come on come on come on) Then it ainīt no problem here (Come on come on come on) Cīmon I ainīt wit that man (Yeah, what, what) Just throw my B back on Yo, yo, yo You know my mission ainīt complete īTill 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 Kate 52 states straight But still ainīt nothinī sweet I took a year off to let the young niggaīs eat Everybody witī 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 fuck it, itīs summertime All Out tattooīs over wife beaters Get mail Branson, never buy reefer Bentley five seater, itīs all for real First rapper to close down a mall with a milī The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt Plus the money so Iīm on nigga one Talk to me [1 - Total] If you donīt fuck with me Like I donīt fuck with you It ainīt much for us to talk about Cuz you donīt fuck with me (Yo, yo, yo, yo) And you know I donīt fuck with you So all I can say (uh uh) Is stay out my way [Mase] Donīt 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 Ainīt nuttinī between you and me And on the real, nuttinī you could do wit me I got cash thatīll fund your leave Youīll 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 warīs on, put your gloves and your Goreīs on Teflon hard hat nigga, put it all on Beef no more thatīs what other niggaīs for I got a famī that love to go to war Love to get locked up, love pickinī the odds up Love not cominī home, love to be boxed up Iīm from a town where kids could pop up Little punks in garbage bags, body all chopped up Iīll come and run your block, knowinī you got popped up Arms are rocked up, Bentley witī the top up Uh, you donīt stop, come on [Repeat 1 while:] What, what, what Yeah yeah yeah what what what You donīt like me nigga? (What the fuck?) You wanna fight me nigga? (Huh? huh?) Stop frontinī nigga (You frontinī nigga) Uh [Mase] Yo, one, two, three, four Everybody on the floor You see grams, Iīmma see craters By the time you see land Iīmma see acres Drop another CD just to see paper And before you see me youīll see the maker All I see is more chances, more advances More houses, no spouses, more beaches Wild thugs around me and no leechinī When they gunīs out playa, thereīll be no reachinī Ballinī in Dirty South witī no creases And all I see is more F-inī iced out Jesus pieces The rock over Sean John fleeces You never love the money like we love it Pay the chick sucka, and let her teeth touch it All Out Bad Boy forever The Movement What [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1]