(feat. Lord Have Mercy)



[Busta Rhymes:]



Just get off my block

Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy



A yo, we ain't familiar at all nigga

Don't like, go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall nigga

Straight fallin

When we use to chill up on park benches

My 20 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

A 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

And my player amps 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 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 bull digger

Chill before I call Dinco to grab the qanco sinco

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'ma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove

Live nigga shit right there

Beware, stand clear

Many y'all niggaz is welcome here



[Chorus:]



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 how these unfamiliar corn balls

Get off my block

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