Stay Out My Way
(专辑: Same Thing Different Day - 2004)
[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 [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 [Chorus One] [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 [till fade]