Get Off My Block
Title | Get Off My Block |
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Artist | Busta Rhymes |
Album | When Disaster Strikes... |
Release Date | 1997-09-16 |
Description | Lord Have Mercy |
Lyrics | [Produced by DJ Scratch] [Intro: Busta Rhymes] Ha, just get off my block Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes Flipmode Trilogy [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Ayo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga (Ho) Don't like it? Go grab your gat and let's brawl it et al., nigga Straight foolin' (Ha), when we use to chill up on park benches My twenty block radius (Hoo) think we need some barb wire fences (Ha) Stop bitch niggas like you from easily trespassing (Hoo!) Nickel nine, shine on your eye, then you see fire blastin' (Ha) Get off my premises! Ayo, Lord, is you a friend of his? (Ha, hoo) 'Bout to pack the jawn and show this nigga just who the winner is The presence of a small-time, I diminish and blemish his I'ma play your ass out like a game on my little Sega Genesis (Haa) This is inappropriate, fuck is we talkin' for and we ain't even associates? (Hoo!) Ass lyrical beatings (Hoo), straight trick or treating, ay, what ya eatin'? (Ha) I ain't got no words for you, fuck speakin'! (Ha) Ain't part of my crew (Ha), face look too brand new, who? Niggas ain't even allowed to send my patch through (Ha) Can't chill on my corner, can't go up in my bodega (Ha) Chill before I call Dinco to grab the quatro-cinco (Ha) We don't give a fuck right now (Hoo), we be the high-caliber shit Y'all corny niggas must bow (Ha), we do unforgivable shit We blow the spot anyhow (Ha!), mooove! Ready for battle (Ha) 'Cause I'm refusin' to lose (Hoo) I'ma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nothin' to prove (Ha) Live nigga shit right there, beware, stand clear (Ha) None of y'all niggas is welcome here! (Hoo) [Hook: Busta Rhymes] Fuck is these niggas, son? Get off my block! Yeah, I don't know none of these niggas, duke! Get off my block! Them niggas wanna sell they weed here! Get off my block! Yo, who these unfamiliar cornballs? (Ayo) Get off my block! Let’s run these niggas off my street corner! (Yo) Get off my block! (Ha) [Verse 2: Lord Have Mercy] Now who the fuck you beeeee? Landlord cradle a stainless for strangers Vigilante, trigger stampedes on the bulletproof hooded crews The latest nigga that can't breathe, move youuuu! Off the block, the unorthodox general, flash flood When a crowd patrol gic for the intrepid style And wreck more kids than pedophiles, niggaaa! Uhhh, forever trapped in danger They Macarena when I jack my razor Sharp words that scar herds, niggaaaa! I'm from the wicked city where chickens twist trees and dick-tease Breastfeed petsies with asthmatic chest wheeze Lord Haaaave! Cardiac arrest freeze These bastard handicap crews that stay soft It's mayor Adolf, school your army, your squad weak! Remove four camps when I say Up in arms like Norplants, I conquer and hold Home sweet home down with monster control Still they in the cut like Ron and Nicole And still we must (We must bring the ruckus) Bring the ruckus (To all you motherfuckers) To all you motherfuckers! Automatically, assault and battery, we battle thieves That get tragically slapped to sleep to relax the beef Collapse like weak cancerous lungs, scatter, we numb Non-feeling, nap with the jarred villain That alarm buildings, calm scrimmage Woke up Allah's children, dirty-ass Vietnam village I'm finishin' out sons, then pose Like Minister Malcolm at the venetian blinds (What?) By all means necessary, I reach for mine And lift, golden showers from roof tops And give orders (Yo, this this nigga pissin' on us!), rugged pound acre Down violators in buckets of piss water You might also like[Hook: Busta Rhymes] Fuck is these niggas, son? Get off my block! Yeah, I don't know none of these niggas, duke! Get off my block! Them niggas wanna sell they weed here! Get off my block! Yo, who these unfamiliar cornballs? Get off my block! Let’s run these niggas off my street corner! Get off my block! (Ha) Fuck is these niggas, son? Get off my block! Yeah, I don't know none of these niggas, duke! Get off my block! Them niggas wanna sell they weed here! Get off my block! Yo, who these unfamiliar cornballs? Get off my block! Let’s run these niggas off my street corner! Get off my block! Fuck, fuck is these niggas, son? Get off my block! Yeah, I don't know none of these niggas, duke! Get off my block! Them niggas wanna sell they weed here! Get off my block! Yo, who these unfamiliar cornballs? Get off my block! Fuck, fuck is these niggas, son? Get off my block! |