[Busta Rhymes] Just get off my block Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Trilogy
[Busta Rhymes]
Ayo, we ain´t familiar at all, nigga Don´t like it? Go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall, nigga Straight fallin´, when we use to chill up on park benches My twenty block radius, think we need some barb wire fences Stop bitch niggas, like you from easily trespassing Nickel-nine , shine on your eye, then you see fire blastin´ Get off my premises, aye yo, Lord, is you a friend of his? Mouth him back to John and show this nigga, just who the winner is The presence of a small town, I diminish and blemishes I´ma play ya ass out like a game on my little Sega Genesis
This inappropriate, fuck is we talkin´ for when we ain´t even associates? Ass lyrical beatings, straight trick or treating What ya eatin I ain´t got no words for you Fuck speakinm ain´t part of my crew Face look to brand new, who? Niggas ain´t even aloud to send my pass through Can´t chill on corner can´t go up in my bodega Chill before I call Dinco to grab the quatro-cinco We don´t give a fuck right now We be hi caliber shit Ya´ll corny niggas must bow We do unforgivable shit We blow the spot any how, move Ready for battle cause I´m refusin to lose I´mma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove
Live nigga shit right there Beware, stand clear None-a-y´all niggas is welcome here
Fuck is these niggas son Get off my block Yo I don´t know none of these niggas du Get off my block Them niggas wanna sell there weed here Get off my block Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block Letâs run these niggas off my street corner Get off my block
[Lord Have Mercy] Now who the fuck you beeeeee? Landlord Cradle la stainless for strangers
Vigilante, trigga stampedes On the bulletproof hooded crews That lade this nigga ta hand breath Move you off the block The unorthodox general Flash flood when a crowd Patriotic for the intrepid style and wreck more kids than pedophiles Niggaaaaaaa, for ever trapped in danger Emaciate when I take my razor Sharp heards that scare herds Niggaaaaa, I´m from the wicked city When chickens twist trees and dick tease Breast feed, Betsy´s with asthmatic chest wheeze Lord Have, cardiac arrest freeze Please, bastard handicap crews that stay soft It´s mayor, Adolf School your army, ya squad weak
Remove four camps when I say Pumpin arms like nor plants I conquer and hold Home sweet home down with monster control Still we in the cut like Ron and Nicole And still we must bring the ruckus to all you motherfuckers Automatically, assault and battery We battle thieves that get tragically slap to sleep to relax the beef Collapse like weak cancerous lungs Scatter, we numb Blind feelin nap with jarred villain that alarm buildings Con scrimmage, woke up Allah´s children Dirty-ass Vietnam village I finish and outsuns Then fold, like Minister Malcolm at the venetian blinds
By all means necessary I reach for mine and Lift golden showers from roof tops And give orders, rugged pound acre Drown violators in buckets of piss water
Fuck is these niggas son Get off my block Yo I don´t know none of these niggas du Get off my block Them niggas wanna sell there weed here Get off my block Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block Letâs run these niggas off my street corner Get off my block Fuck is these niggas son Get off my block Yo I don´t know none of these niggas du
Get off my block Them niggas wanna sell there weed here Get off my block Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block Letâs run these niggas off my street corner Get off my block Fuck is these niggas son Get off my block Yo I don´t know none of these niggas du Get off my block Them niggas wanna sell there weed here Get off my block Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block Letâs run these niggas off my street corner Get off my block