[Produced by DJ Scratch]
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Hoo (Ha)
Hoo, just get off my block!
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes
Flipmode Trilogy
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga (Hoo)
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 (Ha!)
This is inappropriate, fuck is we talkin' for and we ain't even associates? (Hoo!)
Ass lyrical beatings (Hoo), straight trick or treating, ayy, 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 stay
Up in arms like Norplants, I conquer and hold
Home sweet home down with monster control
Steely 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 (What?)
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 nigga pissin' on us!), rugged pound acre
Drown violators in buckets of piss water
[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!
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