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Stay Out My Way

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(feat. Lil' B & Jayton & Lil' Boss & Bill Cook) [Verse 1: Lil' B] We back killin' roaches & rats Like bugs these niggas skat From a trap I come but they ain't ready for combat We the pest control sprayin' every crack Clap black wit black mags & black Mack's They don't really wanna see the whole click do that. (Nigga who that?) I thought you hatin' niggas knew the slow loud & bangin' Be makin' a nigga move back really not a koo kat I stay ready for war, Lil' B the G nigga that will rush your car Before I break your jaw, like I break the law Niggas on the streets know we untamed & raw I'm down to get down for my cousin Trae, Lil' Boss Hawg & my Nigga Jay....ton Leavin' a hater flat wit a brace on We be the niggas that rollin' tall, nothin' but chrome I'm a renegade never perpetrate Niggas hate but like Boss I'm a scrape the plate Congratulate a nigga we ???? We can go to war nigga just pick a date I'll be the nigga that bust & don't give a fuck Leave 'em stuck wit Mack hollows all up in your truck Niggas duck when shots buck don't push your luck 'Cause we the niggas on & make 'em give it up. [Chorus: Bill Cook] These niggas better Stay Out My Way. (Stay Out My Way) Claimin' you wanna go to war, pick out your day. (Pick out yo' day) Scandalizin' my name, haters we gon' play. (We gon' play oh whoa) Even fuckin' slow loud & bangin' roaches will get sprayed. These niggas better Stay Out My Way. (Stay Out My Way) Claimin' you wanna go to war, pick out your day. (Oh scandalizin' my name yeah) Scandalizin' my name, haters we gon' play. (Can't you see we gon' play?) Even fuckin' slow loud & bangin' roaches will get sprayed. (You will get Sprayed yeah) [Verse 2: Lil' Boss] Too many niggas be out fakin' the funk Fuckin' around wit Boss you won't make it to the trunk Hit a nigga upside his head wit him a couple of lumps And jack slugs in the lac wit a couple of humps CAUSE! I be the person to get you for your weight I be the nigga risin' up at the wait Lettin' another .44 slug up in your face Have a nigga dodgin' the game, like he was Mase Laws come wit me they gon' have to give a chase 'Cause I ain't the nigga that be catchin' a case I be the nigga Scrapin' the plate, shakin' the fake, bakin' the cake Droppin' the front. makin a break Wrappin' a pistol grip I'm finsta trip And slot slugs shootin' a nigga wit out missin' a grip I don't miss the blood I don't miss the crip And the other shit, maabin' gangsta shit And my khakis saggin' & my classic rag Don't mean to boast or don't mean to brag Since down wit S.L.A.B. I been actin' bad Haters get a .44 bag wit toe tag Just bought a cold coat for my throwback Big bow laces & a new rag Some these niggas be actin' like fags Them not gangstas them niggas trash. [Verse 3: Jay-Ton] So I'm a Mack, I'm a G & I ain't playin' no games Piss me off & I'll be takin' my aim Jay-ton, fresh out the gates, untamed Off the chain when I'm swangin' in the drop frame I know these niggas better get outta my lane Fuck wit me nigga you outta yo' brain You don't wanna see me ???? the G thing Quick as hell wit it to give a


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