Get off My Block

Just get off my block Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy A yo, 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'm'a play yo' ass out like a game on my little Sega Genesis, ha 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 speakin, ain't part of my crew Face look too brand new, who? Niggas ain't even aloud to send my pass through Can't chill on my 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 their weed here Get off my block Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block Let's run these niggas off my street corner Get off my block Now who the f******u beeeeee? Landlord Cradle a stainless for strangers Vigilante, trigga stampedes On the bulletproof hooded crews That laid this nigga that can't breath Move you off the block The unorthodox general Flash flood when a crowd Patrol jakes for the intrepid style and wreck more kids than pedophiles Niggaaaaaaa, for ever trapped in danger Emaciate when I take my razor Sharp words 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 they 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 their weed here Get off my block Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block Let's 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 their weed here Get off my block Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block Let's 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 their weed here Get off my block Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block Fuck is these niggas son Get off my block --- Get Off My Block - Busta Rhymes and Lord Have Mercy