Song lyrics Stay out of my way by Ma$e

[Intro]
Hey yo, dogs, for real?
Iīm yoī man but you got the address up
Cuz now you got chicks talkī "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 pulled a gun on me or robbed me?
(Come on come on come on)
Is they stoppinī my money? (Hell no)
(Come on come on come on)
Then it ainīt no problem here
(Come on come on come on)
Cīmon I ainīt wit that man
(Yeah, what, what)
Just throw my B back on

Yo, yo, yo
You know my mission ainīt complete
īTill I hit the city with a 600 Jeep
Hardest nigga from All Out you wanna meet
Hash in the dash with heat under the seat
Chased Kate 52 states straight
But still ainīt nothinī sweet
I took a year off to let the young niggaīs eat
Everybody witī me want bucks
Walk around platinum linked up
With money like Brink trucks
Shit get too hot? Puff, put the minks up
Come back in the summertime like fuck it, itīs summertime
All Out tattooīs over wife beaters
Get mail Branson, never buy reefer
Bentley five seater, itīs all for real
First rapper to close down a mall with a milī
The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt
Plus the money so Iīm on nigga one
Talk to me

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If you donīt fuck with me
Like I donīt fuck with you
It ainīt much for us to talk about

Cuz you donīt fuck with me (Yo, yo, yo, yo)
And you know I donīt fuck with you
So all I can say (uh uh)
Is stay out my way

[Mase]
Donīt take much to wake up, taped up
Fuck the district, I live in Jacob
Hit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made up
See me without Puff, try to get your weight up, uh
Ainīt nuttinī between you and me
And on the real, nuttinī you could do wit me
I got cash thatīll fund your leave
Youīll pull that hoodie over your head
And put five in your Ceasar
Doubt me now and die a believer
Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver
When the warīs on, put your gloves and your Goreīs on
Teflon hard hat nigga, put it all on
Beef no more thatīs what other niggaīs for
I got a famī that love to go to war
Love to get locked up, love pickinī the odds up
Love not cominī home, love to be boxed up
Iīm from a town where kids could pop up
Little punks in garbage bags, body all chopped up
Iīll come and run your block, knowinī you got popped up
Arms are rocked up, Bentley witī the top up
Uh, you donīt stop, come on

[Repeat 1 while:]
What, what, what
Yeah yeah yeah what what what
You donīt like me nigga? (What the fuck?)
You wanna fight me nigga? (Huh? huh?)
Stop frontinī nigga (You frontinī nigga)
Uh

[Mase]
Yo, one, two, three, four
Everybody on the floor
You see grams, Iīmma see craters
By the time you see land Iīmma see acres
Drop another CD just to see paper
And before you see me youīll see the maker
All I see is more chances, more advances
More houses, no spouses, more beaches
Wild thugs around me and no leechinī
When they gunīs out playa, thereīll be no reachinī
Ballinī in Dirty South witī no creases
And all I see is more F-inī iced out Jesus pieces
The rock over Sean John fleeces
You never love the money like we love it
Pay the chick sucka, and let her teeth touch it

All Out
Bad Boy forever
The Movement
What

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