Busta Rhymes ft. Lord Have Mercy - Get off My Block Lyrics

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 fuck you 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