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trae – stay out my way lyrics

(feat. lil’ b & jayton & lil’ boss & bill cook)

[verse 1: lil’ b]
we back killin’ roaches & rats
like bugs these n-gg-s skat
from a trap i come but they ain’t ready for combat
we the pest control sprayin’ every crack
clap black wit black mags & black mack’s
they don’t really wanna see the whole click do that. (n-gg- who that?)
i thought you hatin’ n-gg-s knew the slow loud & bangin’
be makin’ a n-gg- move back really not a koo kat
i stay ready for war, lil’ b the g n-gg- that will rush your car
before i break your jaw, like i break the law
n-gg-s on the streets know we untamed & raw
i’m down to get down for my cousin trae, lil’ boss hawg & my n-gg- jay… ton
leavin’ a hater flat wit a brace on
we be the n-gg-s that rollin’ tall, nothin’ but chrome
i’m a renegade never perpetrate
n-gg-s hate but like boss i’m a scr-pe the plate
congratulate a n-gg- we ?
we can go to war n-gg- just pick a date
i’ll be the n-gg- that bust & don’t give a f-ck
leave ’em stuck wit mack hollows all up in your truck
n-gg-s duck when shots buck don’t push your luck
’cause we the n-gg-s on & make ’em give it up.

[chorus: bill cook]
these n-gg-s better stay out my way. (stay out my way)
claimin’ you wanna go to war, pick out your day. (pick out yo’ day)
scandalizin’ my name, haters we gon’ play. (we gon’ play oh whoa)
even f-ckin’ slow loud & bangin’ roaches will get sprayed.

these n-gg-s better stay out my way. (stay out my way)
claimin’ you wanna go to war, pick out your day. (oh scandalizin’ my name yeah)
scandalizin’ my name, haters we gon’ play. (can’t you see we gon’ play?)
even f-ckin’ slow loud & bangin’ roaches will get sprayed. (you will get sprayed yeah)

[verse 2: lil’ boss]
too many n-gg-s be out fakin’ the funk
f-ckin’ around wit boss you won’t make it to the trunk
hit a n-gg- upside his head wit him a couple of lumps
and jack slugs in the lac wit a couple of humps cause!
i be the person to get you for your weight
i be the n-gg- risin’ up at the wait
lettin’ another .44 slug up in your face
have a n-gg- dodgin’ the game, like he was mase
laws come wit me they gon’ have to give a chase
’cause i ain’t the n-gg- that be catchin’ a case
i be the n-gg-
scr-pin’ 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-gg- wit out missin’ a grip
i don’t miss the blood i don’t miss the crip
and the other sh-t, maabin’ gangsta sh-t
and my khakis saggin’ & my cl-ssic rag
don’t mean to boast or don’t mean to brag
since down wit s.l.a.b. i been actin’ bad
haters get a .44 bag wit toe tag
just bought a cold coat for my throwback
big bow laces & a new rag
some these n-gg-s be actin’ like f-gs
them not gangstas them n-gg-s trash.

[verse 3: jay-ton]
so i’m a mack, i’m a g & i ain’t playin’ no games
p-ss me off & i’ll be takin’ my aim
jay-ton, fresh out the gates, untamed
off the chain when i’m sw-ngin’ in the drop frame
i know these n-gg-s better get outta my lane
f-ck wit me n-gg- you outta yo’ brain
you don’t wanna see me ? the g thing
quick as h-ll wit it to give a n-gg- pain
d-mn there must be haters in the place
you the raid i’m gonna spray a n-gg- face
f-ck the law i’m finna get another case
and your the one doin’ the 8 month stay
and i hop off swole when i’m hoppin’ off the weights
run up on a n-gg- hittin’ hard like fraits
slugs make a n-gg- do the harlem shake
sticks & stones make a n-gg- bones break
d-mn, thuggin’ ain’t easy baby
pull up on the block in a black mercedes
f-ckin’ n-gg- talkin’ ‘about tryin’ to fade me
n-gg-s talk close sh-t on the daily
run up on me i’m a whoop a n-gg- -ss
p-ss get deep a n-gg- ready to blast
smash the gas & catch all in yo’ -ss
i’m ‘about take a m-th-f-ckin’ ghetto p-ss.

oh oh oh…

stay out my way
oh pick out yo’ day
we gon’ play oh.

yeah.

[verse 4: trae]
there’s been alot of sh-t on my mind from back in the game
i’m a -sshole & a never inaccurate aim
when i pull up & hoppin’ outta wide body frame
eveybody & they mama better hop up outta my range
i ain’t never been a n-gg- from a small town
get the white chalk
i’m a show ’em how to ?
if they stood up i’m a knock a n-gg- jaw out
that will teach a n-gg- ‘about comin’ around the wrong route
hit the block in a drop top wit the lights off
wit a shotgun
then i knock a n-gg- lights out
finna i bop & weave & hit him wit a right cross
be next to see your n-gg- gettin’ hauled off
i’m the n-gg- that be runnin’ the block & ?
yo n-gg-s know what i got a 17 shot wit a glock & a mask on
wit a clip that make a n-gg- get his -ss owned
sh-t. why they wanna get me started?
everybody know i’m already r-t-rded
with a att-tude to prove that i’m the hardest artist
i’m shuttin’ everything down regardless
slow loud & bangin’ i’m a rep for ever
comin’ together for the cheddar & we ‘about whatever
talkin’ down on us you better get it together
south click finna get a b-tch n-gg- vendetta.

[breakdown: bill cook]
we we we gon’ play
if you wanna go to war pick out yo’ day
hey these n-gg-s better stay out my way
slow loud & bangin’
slow slow loud & bangin’ in yo’ ear oh whoa
quit scandalizin’ my name.
can’t you see we gon’ play?
stay out my way.

[’til fade]

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