A good book should leave you... slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it.
William Styron, interview, Writers at Work, 1958
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Stay Out of My Way (feat. Total)
[Intro]
Hey yo dogs for real?
I'm yo' man but you got the address up
'cause now you got chicks talk' "What the ****"
"What the ****" "what the ****"
[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 stoppin' my money? (Hell no)
(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 be back on
Yo, yo, yo
You know my mission ain't complete
'Till I hit the city with a 600 Jeep
Hardest ***** from All Out you want to 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
1 - [Total]
If you don't **** with me
Like I don't **** with you
It ain't much for us to talk about
'cause you don't **** with me (Yo, yo, yo, yo)
And you know I don't **** with you
So all I can say (uh uh)
Is stay out my way
[Mase]
Don't take much to wake up, taped up
**** the district, I live in Jacob
Hit 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 cats that'll find you and leave you
Pull that hoodie over your head
And put five in your Caesar
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 *****, 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 around your block knowin' you got popped up
Arms are rocked up, Bentley wit' the top up
Uh, you don't stop, come on
[Repeat 1 while: ]
What, what, what
Yeah yeah yeah what what what
You don't like me *****? (What the ****?)
You want to fight me *****? (Huh? huh?)
Stop frontin' ***** (You frontin' *****)
Uh
[Mase]
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 played, 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
[Repeat 1 ]
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