Lil B - Stay Out My Way lyrics

[Verse One: Lil B] We back k**in roaches and rats Like bugs these n***as 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***a who dat?) I thought you hatin n***as knew the slow loud and bangin Be makin a n***a move back really not a koo kat I stay ready for war, Lil' B the G n***a that will rush ya car Before I break ya jaw, like I break the law n***as on the street know we untamed and raw I'm down to get down for my cousin Trae, Lil Boss Hawg and my n***a Jay....ton Leavin a hater flat wit a brace on We be the n***as that rollin tall, nothin but chrome I'm a renegade never perpertrate n***as hate but like Boss I'm a scrape the plate Congragulate a n***a we ???? We can go to war n***a jus pick a date I'll be the n***a that bust and don't give a f** Leave 'em stuck wit mack hollows all up in ya truck n***as duck when shots buck don't push ya luck Cause we the n***as on and make 'em give it up [Chorus: Billy Cook] These n***as 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***as 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***as be out fakin the funk f**in around wit Boss you won't make it to the trunk Hit a n***a 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***a risin up at the wait Lettin another 44 slug up in ya face Have a n***a dodgin the game, like he was Mase Laws come wit me they gon have to give a chase Cause I ain't the n***a that be catchin a case I be the n***a 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***a wit out missin a grip I don't miss the blood I don't miss the crip And the other sh**, maabin gangsta sh** And my khakis saggin and my cla**ic 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***as be actin like f*gs Them not gangstas them n***as trash [Verse Three: Jay-Ton] So I'm a mack, I'm a g and I ain't playin no games Piss 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***as better get outta my lane f** wit me n***a you outta yo brain You don't wanna see me ???? the g thang Quick as hell wit it to give a n***a pain Damn there must be haterz in the place You the raid I'm gonna spray a n***a face f** 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***a hittin hard like fraits Slugs make a n***a do the harlem shake Sticks and stones make a n***a bones break DAMN thuggin ain't easy baby Pull up on the block in a black mercedes f**in n***a talkin bout tryna fade me n***as talk close sh** on the daily Run up on me I'm a whoop a n***a a** ???? get deep a n***a ready to blast Smash the gas and catch all in yo a** I'm bout take a muthaf**in ghetto pa** [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** on my mind from back in the game I'm a a**hole 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***a from a small town Get the white chalk Ima show 'em how to ??? If they stood Ima knock a n***a jaw out That will teach a n***a 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***a lights out Finna I bop and weave and hit him wit a right cross Be next to see ya n***a gettin hauled off I'm the n***a that be runnin the block and ??? Yo n***as know what I got a 17 shot wit a Glock and a mask on Wit a clip that make a n***a get his a** 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***a vendetta [Chorus One] [BreakDown: Billy Cook] Weee weee weee gon play If you wanna go to war pick out yo day Heeeeyyy these n***as 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***