Outta My Way

[Verse 1: Monoxide] You wanna know what it's like to be me? Horny all the time, addicted to nicotine Shit, I'm a dope fiend I mean I fiend for dope shit And that shit you spit I don't want to hit I'm sweet, broke, and hopeless. Don't provoke this I turn you into a snack cake and sell the Rights to Hostess I need money, any way I can get it I'm finished with all these industry snakes selling me wolf tickets I been to Def Jam, Island, and Universal But none of em could handle somethin' so controversial I'm not your regular white boy competitor I gotta get the cover if it means choking out the editor It ain't getting no better while all my days go by I need some answers so I look to the sky But he can't help me, even if he tried Even if I put all of my faith in God [Hook: Monoxide & (Esham)] Get yo' ass up outta my way (Out of my way, out of my way) (All my live mother fuckers let me hear you say) (Out of my way, out of my way) By all means necessary to get paid (Out of my way, out of my way) Rather be dead than broke's what I say (Out of my way, out of my way) [Verse 2: Esham] I know a lot of record execs wanna see me die Cause I'm C-O-D I need my M-O-N-E-Y Don't turn this into another unsolved homicide All I gotta hear is the word from Monoxide Misery love company, the life insurance policy Is that what you want from me? Fuck the record you making cause most fools is fakin' The dreams you chasing, really ain't out there So get out of my way, or gimme my pay Or I'ma spray, today's your last day Piss on your deal like a urinal Sign the Devil's contract I'll read the eulogy at your funeral Man you don't know, me and Mono Play your Ass like A Phono' Die on the day your record come out for a promo Sign another record contract like "Oh no!" [Bridge x2: Blaze] Everybody if you feel this, hands up If you know what the deal is, hands up If you do what it takes to get your grass up Let me see you get your hands up (Bla-Bla-Bla Blaze) [Verse 3: Monoxide] Remember when we used to all be broke And no one even had the nerve to take a drag of a smoke But now it's all different just because we all grew up Now your money's the only way to see if you're a screw up I do what I gotta do to get paid Been doing it ever since the fifth grade It's no fun when you love to smoke But can't buy a pack of 'Ports cause that ass is broke And if you can't buy smokes, then you can't buy weed So you sit there stressin' 'bout the money you need Watchin' my pockets bleed like a murdered emcee Who just got shot and robbed by somebody like me Just know me and the world got beef Got me standin' here grittin' my teeth, I wanna eat Don't sleep on this, cause you might get robbed And I think I'm just the man for the job [Hook x2]