Stay Out Of My Way testo

Intro
Hey yo,dogs,for real?
I´m yo´ man but you got to dress up(Yeah)
Cuz(Yeah)now you got chicks goin´"What the fuck"
You know[What the fuck]somebody[What the fuck]swing on me and cut me?
(C´mon)You know(C´mon)somebody pulled(C´mon) a gun on me and robbed me?
(Come on come on come on)
Is they stoppin´(C´mon)my brain[?](C´mon,c´mon(Hell no),c´mon-)
Then it ain´t no(C´mon)problem(C´mon)here(C´mon)
C´mon I ain´t wit(Yeah)that man(What,what)
Just put my beat(Yo)back on(Yo)
Verse:1 Ma$e
Yo
You know my mission ain´t complete
´Till I hit the city with a 600 Jeep
Hardest nigga from All Out you wanna meet
Hash in the dash with heat under the seat
Chased K 52 states straight
But still ain´t nothin´ sweet
I took a year off to let the young nigga´s eat
Everybody wit´ me want bucks
Walk around platinum linked up
With money like Brink trucks
Shit get too hot Puff,put the minks up
Come back in the summertime like,fuckin´ Summer Time
All Out tattoo´s over wife beaters
Get Mel Branson,never buy refer
Bentley five seater,it´s all for real
First rapper to close down a mall with a mil´{Yeah}
The clothes,the hoes{Yeah},the cars that flaunt{Yeah}
Plus the money so I´m on nigga one
Talk to me
Chorus: Total
If you don´t fuck with me
Like I don´t fuck with you
It ain´t much for us to talk about
Cuz you don´t fuck with me(Yo,yo,yo)
And you know I don´t fuck(Yo)with you
(Uh)So all I can say(Uh,uh)
Is stay out my way
Verse:2 Ma$e
Don´t 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
Ain´t nutin´ between you and me
And on the real,nutin´ 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 Ceasar
Doubt 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 on
Teflon hard hat nigga,put it all on
Beef no more that´s what other nigga´s for
I got a fam´ that love to go to war
Love to get locked up,love pickin´ they ox up
Love not comin´ home,love to be boxed up
I´m from a town where your kids could pop up
Little punks in garbage bags,body all chopped up{Yeah}
I come and run{Yeah}your block{Yeah}knowing you got popped{Yeah}up
Arms are rocked up,Bentley wit´ the top up
Uh{You don´t fuck}you don´t stop{With me},come on
Chorus: Total
You don´t fuck with me
And I don´t fuck with you
It ain´t much(What,what,yeah,yeah,yeah)for us(What)to(What)talk(What)about
(You don´t like)
Cuz(Me nigga)you don´t fuck with me[What the fuck](You wanna fight me)
And you(Nigga)know I[He]don´t[He]fuck with you(Stop frontin]
So(Nigga)all[Front you]I can[Nigga]say(Uh)
Is stay out my{My way} way
Verse:3 Ma$e
One,two three,four
Everybody on the floor
You see grams,I´mma see craeter
By the time you see land I´mma see acres
Drop another CD just to see paper
And before you see me you will see the maker
All I see is more chances,more advances
More houses,no spouses,more beaches
Wild thugs around me and no leeches
When the gun´s out playa,there´ll be no reachin´
Ballin´ in dirty self wit no creasin´
And all I see is more F than iced out Jesus pieces
The rock over showin´ John faces
You never love the money like we love it{Yeah}
Pay the chick sucka{Yeah},and let her teeth{Yeah}touch it
All Out
Bad Boy forever
The Movement
What
Chorus: Total
You don´t fuck with me
Like I don´t fuck with you
It ain´t much for us to talk about
Cuz you don´t fuck with me
And you know I don´t fuck with you
So all I can say
Is stay out my{My way}way
You don´t fuck with me
Like I don´t fuck with you
It ain´t much for us to talk about
Cuz you don´t fuck with me
And you know I don´t fuck with you
So all I can say
Is stay out my{My way}way