Stay Out of My Way

Hey yo, dogs, for real?
I'm yo' man but you got the address up'
Cuz now you got chicks talk, what the ****
What the ****, what the ****
You know somebody swung on me and 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 stoppin' my money?(Come on, come on, come on)
Then it ain't no problem here(Come on, come on, come on)
C'mon, I ain't wit that man(Yeah, what, what)
Just throw my
B back onYo, yo, yo
You know my mission ain't complete'
Til I hit the city with a 600
JeepHardest ***** from
All Out you wanna meet
Hash in the dash with heat under the seat
Chased Kate 52 states straight
But still ain't nothin' sweet
I took a year off to let the young *****'s eat
Everybody wit' me want bucks
Walk around platinum linked up
With money like
Brink trucks
**** get too hot?
Puff, put the minks up
Come back in the summertime like **** it, it's summertime
All out tattoo's over wife beaters
Get mail Branson, never buy reefer
Bentley five seater, it's all for real
First rapper to close down a mall with a mil'
The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt
Plus the money so
I'm on ***** one
Talk to me
If you don't **** with me
Like I don't **** with you
It ain't much for us to talk about'
Cuz you don't **** with me
And you know
I don't **** with you
So all I can say is stay out my way
Don't take much to wake up, taped up
**** the district,
I live in
JacobHit a *****, ***** *****, 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 real, nuttin' you could do wit' me
I got cash that'll fund your leave
You'll pull that hoodie over your head
And put five in your
CeasarDoubt me now and die a believer
Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver
When the war's on, put your gloves and your
Gore's onTeflon hard hat *****, put it all on
Beef no more that's what other *****'s for
I got a fam' that love to go to war
Love to get locked up, love pickin' the odds up
Love not comin' home, love to be boxed up
I'm from a town where kids could pop up
Little punks in garbage bags, body all chopped up
I'll come and run your block, knowin' you got popped up
Arms are rocked up,
Bentley wit' the top up
Uh, you don't stop, come on
If you don't **** with me
Like I don't **** with you
It ain't much for us to talk about'
Cuz you don't **** with me
And you know
I don't **** with you
So all I can say is stay out my way
Yo, one, two, three, four
Everybody on the floor
You see grams,
I'mma see craters
By the time you see land
I'mma see acres
Drop another
CD just to see paper
And before you see me you'll see the maker
All I see is more chances, more advances
More houses, no spouses, more beaches
Wild thugs around me and no leechin'
When they gun's out playa, there'll be no reachin'
Ballin' in
Dirty South wit' no creases
And all I see is more
F-in' 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
If you don't **** with me
Like I don't **** with you
It ain't much for us to talk about'
Cuz you don't **** with me
And you know
I don't **** with you
So all I can say is stay out my way
If you don't **** with me
Like I don't **** with you
It ain't much for us to talk about'
Cuz you don't **** with me
And you know
I don't **** with you
So all I can say is stay out my way