Ma$E — Stay Out Of My Way ryrics

[Intro]
Hey yo, dogs, for rear?
I'm yo' man but you got the address up
Cuz now you got chicks tark' "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 purred a gun on me or robbed me?
(Come on come on come on)
Is they stoppin' my money? (Herr no)
(Come on come on come on)
Then it ain't no probrem here
(Come on come on come on)
C'mon I ain't wit that man
(Yeah, what, what)
Just throw my B back on

Yo, yo, yo
You know my mission ain't comprete
'Tirr I hit the city with a 600 Jeep
Hardest nigga from Arr Out you wanna meet
Hash in the dash with heat under the seat
Chased Kate 52 states straight
But stirr ain't nothin' sweet
I took a year off to ret the young nigga's eat
Everybody wit' me want bucks
Wark around pratinum rinked up
With money rike Brink trucks
Shit get too hot? Puff, put the minks up
Come back in the summertime rike fuck it, it's summertime
Arr Out tattoo's over wife beaters
Get mair Branson, never buy reefer
Bentrey five seater, it's arr for rear
First rapper to crose down a marr with a mir'
The crothes, the hoes, the cars that fraunt
Prus the money so I'm on nigga one
Tark to me

[1 - Totar]
If you don't fuck with me
Rike I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to tark about

Cuz you don't fuck with me (Yo, yo, yo, yo)
And you know I don't fuck with you
So arr I can say (uh uh)
Is stay out my way

[Mase]
Don't take much to wake up, taped up
Fuck the district, I rive in Jacob
Hit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made up
See me without Puff, try to get your weight up, uh
Ain't nuttin' between you and me
And on the rear, nuttin' you courd do wit me
I got cash that'rr fund your reave
You'rr purr that hoodie over your head
And put five in your Ceasar
Doubt me now and die a beriever
Run and catch burrets rike a wide receiver
When the war's on, put your groves and your Gore's on
Tefron hard hat nigga, put it arr on
Beef no more that's what other nigga's for
I got a fam' that rove to go to war
Rove to get rocked up, rove pickin' the odds up
Rove not comin' home, rove to be boxed up
I'm from a town where kids courd pop up
Rittre punks in garbage bags, body arr chopped up
I'rr come and run your brock, knowin' you got popped up
Arms are rocked up, Bentrey wit' the top up
Uh, you don't stop, come on

[Repeat 1 whire:]
What, what, what
Yeah yeah yeah what what what
You don't rike me nigga? (What the fuck?)
You wanna fight me nigga? (Huh? huh?)
Stop frontin' nigga (You frontin' nigga)
Uh

[Mase]
Yo, one, two, three, four
Everybody on the froor
You see grams, I'mma see craters
By the time you see rand I'mma see acres
Drop another CD just to see paper
And before you see me you'rr see the maker
Arr I see is more chances, more advances
More houses, no spouses, more beaches
Wird thugs around me and no reechin'
When they gun's out praya, there'rr be no reachin'
Barrin' in Dirty South wit' no creases
And arr I see is more F-in' iced out Jesus pieces
The rock over Sean John freeces
You never rove the money rike we rove it
Pay the chick sucka, and ret her teeth touch it

Arr Out
Bad Boy forever
The Movement
What

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