Stay Out My Way lyrics

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Spice 1


[Verse One: Lil B]
We back killin roaches and rats
Like bugs these n*ggas 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 (n*gga who dat?)
I thought you hatin n*ggas knew the slow loud and bangin
Be makin a n*gga move back really not a koo kat
I stay ready for war, Lil' B the G n*gga that will rush ya car
Before I break ya jaw, like I break the law
n*ggas on the street know we untamed and raw
I'm down to get down for my cousin Trae, Lil Boss Hawg and my n*gga Jay....ton
Leavin a hater flat wit a brace on
We be the n*ggas that rollin tall, nothin but chrome
I'm a renegade never perpertrate
n*ggas hate but like Boss I'm a scrape the plate
Congragulate a n*gga we ????
We can go to war n*gga jus pick a date
I'll be the n*gga that bust and don't give a f*ck
Leave 'em stuck wit mack hollows all up in ya truck
n*ggas duck when shots buck don't push ya luck
Cause we the n*ggas on and make 'em give it up

[Chorus: Billy Cook]
These n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 (can't you see we gon pplllaaaaaayyyy)
Slow loud and bangin, roaches will get sprayed (you will get Sprayed yeeeaaaa)

[Verse Two: Lil' Boss]
Too many n*ggas be out fakin the funk
f*ckin around wit Boss you won't make it to the trunk
Hit a n*gga 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 n*gga risin up at the wait
Lettin another 44 slug up in ya face
Have a n*gga dodgin the game, like he was Mase
Laws come wit me they gon have to give a chase
Cause I ain't the n*gga that be catchin a case
I be the n*gga
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 n*gga wit out missin a grip
I don't miss the blood I don't miss the crip
And the other sh*t, maabin gangsta sh*t
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 n*ggas be actin like fags
Them not gangstas them n*ggas trash
[Verse Three: Jay-Ton]
So I'm a mack, I'm a g and I ain't playin no games
p*ss 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 n*ggas better get outta my lane
f*ck wit me n*gga you outta yo brain
You don't wanna see me ???? the g thang
Quick as hell wit it to give a n*gga pain
Damn there must be haterz in the place
You the raid I'm gonna spray a n*gga face
f*ck 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 n*gga hittin hard like fraits
Slugs make a n*gga do the harlem shake
Sticks and stones make a n*gga bones break
DAMN thuggin ain't easy baby
Pull up on the block in a black mercedes
f*ckin n*gga talkin bout tryna fade me
n*ggas talk close sh*t on the daily
Run up on me I'm a whoop a n*gga ass
???? get deep a n*gga ready to blast
Smash the gas and catch all in yo ass
I'm bout take a muthaf*ckin ghetto pass
[Chorus Two][Billy Cook]2x

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 sh*t on my mind from back in the game
I'm a as*h*le 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 n*gga from a small town
Get the white chalk
Ima show 'em how to ???
If they stood Ima knock a n*gga jaw out
That will teach a n*gga bout coming around the wrong route
Hit the block in a drop top wit the lights off
Wit a shotgun
Then I knock a n*gga lights out
Finna I bop and weave and hit him wit a right cross
Be next to see ya n*gga gettin hauled off
I'm the n*gga that be runnin the block and ???
Yo n*ggas know what I got a 17 shot wit a Glock and a mask on
Wit a clip that make a n*gga get his ass owned
sh*t 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 n*gga vendetta

[Chorus One]

[BreakDown: Billy Cook]
Weee weee weee gon play
If you wanna go to war pick out yo day
Heeeeyyy these n*ggas better stay out my way
Slow loud and bangin
Slow slow loud and bangin in yo eaaaarrrr oohhh whhhhoooowwww
Quit scandalizin my nammmmeeeeee
Can't you see we goonnn plaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy
Stay out my way

**till fade***
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