Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - Get Off My Block lyrics

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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
 It's one of these niggas off my street corner
 Get off my block
 Lord Have Mercy:
 Now who the fuck you beeeeee? Landlord
 Cradle la stainless for strangers
 Vigilante, trigga stampedes
 On the bulletproof for the crews
 That lade this nigga ta hand breath
 Move you off the block
 The a orthodox general
 Flash flood when a crowd
 Patriotic for the intrepid style and reck more kids that's pitifal
 Niggaaaaaaa, for ever trapped in danger
 Emaciate when I take my razor
 Sharp heards that scare herds
 Niggaaaaa, I'm from the wicked city
 When chickens twist trees and dick tease
 Breast feed
 Pet seeds with asthmatic chest we's
 Lord Have, cardiac arrest freeze
 Please, bastard handicap crews that stay soft
 It's mayor, ate off
 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 runnin the coal
 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 a lot of children
 Dirty ass venom village
 I finish and outsuns
 Then pulls like men is the malk of method vanesha blinds
 By all means necessary I reach for mine and lift golden towers from
 roof tops
 And give orders, rugged pound acre
 Drown violators in buckets of piss water
 Chorus 3X
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Elektra Entertainment Group

Details:

Released in: 1997

Language: English

Appearing on: When Disaster Strikes (1997)

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