Stay Out My Way

Trae

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    [Verse One: Lil B]
    We back killin roaches and rats
    Like bugs these niggaz skat
    From a trap I come but they ain't ready for combat
    We the pest control spraying every crack
    Clap black wit black mags and black macks
    They don't really wanna see the whole click do that (nigga who dat?)
    I thought you hatin niggaz knew the slow loud and 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 ya car
    Before I break ya jaw, like I break the law
    Niggaz on the street know we untamed and raw
    I'm down to get down for my cousin Trae, Lil Boss Hawg and my Nigga Jay....ton
    Leavin a hater flat wit a brace on
    We be the niggaz that rollin tall, nothin but chrome
    I'm a renegade never perpertrate
    Niggaz hate but like Boss I'm a scrape the plate
    Congragulate a nigga we ????
    We can go to war nigga jus pick a date
    I'll be the nigga that bust and don't give a fuck
    Leave 'em stuck wit mack hollows all up in ya truck
    Niggaz duck when shots buck don't push ya luck
    Cause we the niggaz on and make 'em give it up

    [Chorus: Billy Cook]
    These niggaz better stay out my way (stay out my wayyyyyyy)
    Claimin ya wanna go to war, pick out ya day (pick out yo day)
    Scandalizin my name, hataz we gon play (wwweeeee gggoooonnn pllllaaaayyyy ooohhhh whhhooooaaa)
    Slow loud and bangin, roaches will get sprayed

    These niggaz better stay out my way (stay out my wayyyyyyy)
    Claimin ya wanna go to war, pick out ya day (ooohhhh scandalliizzzinn my name yyyeeeaa)
    Scandalizin my name, hataz we gon play (cant you see we gon pplllaaaaaayyyy)
    Slow loud and bangin, roaches will get sprayed (you will get Sprayed yeeeaaaa)

    [Verse Two: Lil' Boss]
    Too many niggaz 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 cpouple of lumps
    And jack slugs in the lac wit a couple of humps CAUSE!
    I be the person, get ya for ya weight
    I be the nigga risin up at the wait
    Lettin another 44 slug up in ya 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 and my classic rag
    Dont mean to boast or don't mean to brag
    Since down wit S.L.A.B I been actin bad
    Hataz get a .44 bag wit toe tag
    Jus bought a cold coat for my throwback
    Big bow laces and a new rag
    Some these niggaz be actin like fags
    Them not gangstas them niggaz trash

    [Verse Three: Jay-Ton]
    So I'm a mack, I'm a g and I ain't playin no games
    Piss me off and 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 niggaz better get outta my lane
    Fuck wit me nigga you outta yo brain
    You don't wanna see me ???? the g thang
    Quick as hell wit it to give a nigga pain
    Damn there must be haterz in the place
    You the raid I'm gonna spray a nigga face
    Fuck the law I'm finna get another case
    And youre the one doin the 8 month stay
    And I hop off swole when I'm hoppin off the weights
    Run up on a nigga hittin hard like fraits
    Slugs make a nigga do the harlem shake
    Sticks and stones make a nigga bones break
    DAMN thuggin ain't easy baby
    Pull up on the block in a black mercedes
    Fuckin nigga talkin bout tryna fade me
    Niggaz talk close shit on the daily
    Run up on me I'm a whoop a nigga ass
    [????] get deep a nigga ready to blast
    Smash the gas and catch all in yo ass
    I'm bout take a muthafuckin ghetto pass

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    [Chorus Two x2: Billy Cook]

    Ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhhhhhh

    Stay Out My Waaaayyyyy
    ohhhh Pick out yo daaaayyy
    We gon plaaaayyy ohhhhh

    yeeeaaa

    [Verse Four: Trae]
    Theres been a lot of shit on my mind from back in the game
    I'm a asshole and a never inaccurate aim
    When I pull up and hoppin outta wide body frame
    Eveybody and they momma better hop up outta my range
    I ain't never been a nigga from a small town
    Get the white chalk
    Ima show 'em how to ???
    If they stood Ima knock a nigga jaw out
    That will teach a nigga bout coming around the wrong route
    Hit the block in a drop top wit the lights off
    Wit a shotgun
    Then I knock a nigga lights out
    Finna I bop and weave and hit him wit a right cross
    Be next to see ya nigga gettin hauled off
    I'm the nigga that be runnin the block and ???
    Yo niggaz know what I got a 17 shot wit a glock and a mask on
    Wit a clip that make a nigga get his ass owned
    SHIT why they wanna get me started
    Everybody know that I'm already retarded
    With a attitude to prove that I'm the hardest artist
    I'm shuttin everythang down regardless
    Slow Loud and Bangin Ima rep for ever
    Comin together for the chedder and we bout whatever
    Talkin donw on us you better get it together
    South click finna get a btich nigga vendetta

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    [BreakDown: Billy Cook]
    Weee weee weee gon play
    If you wanna go to war pick out yo day
    heeeeyyy these niggaz better stay out my way
    Slow loud and bangin
    Slow slow loud and bangin in yo eaaaarrrr oohhh whhhhoooowwww
    Quit scandalizin my nammmmeeeeee
    Cant you see we goonnn plaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy
    Stay out my way

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