Lyrics:

Featuring Lord Have Mercy] **lf**Busta Rhymes: **lf**Just get off my block **lf**Lord Have Mercy Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy **lf**A yo we ain''t familiar at all nigga **lf**Don''t like go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall nigga **lf**Straight fallin **lf**When we use to chill up on park benches **lf**My 20 block radius think we need some barb wire fences **lf**Stop bitch niggas like you from easily trespassing **lf**Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin **lf**Get off my premises **lf**A yo Lord is you a friend of his **lf**Mouth him back to John and show this nigga just who the winner is **lf**The presence of a small town **lf**I diminish and blemishes **lf**And my player amps out like a game on my little sega genesis, ha **lf**This inappropriate **lf**Fuck is we talkin for when we ain''t even associates **lf**Ass lyrical beatings **lf**Straight trick or treating **lf**What ya eatin **lf**I ain''t got no words for you **lf**Fuck speakinm ain''t part of my crew **lf**Face look to brand new, who? **lf**Niggas ain''t even aloud to send my pass through **lf**Can''t chill on corner can''t go up in my bull digger **lf**Chill before I call Dinco to grab the qanco sinco **lf**We don''t give a fuck right now **lf**We be hi caliber shit **lf**Ya''ll corny niggas must bow **lf**We do unforgivable shit **lf**We blow the spot any how, move **lf**Ready for battle cause I''m refusin to lose **lf**I''ma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove **lf**Live nigga shit right there **lf**Beware, stand clear **lf**Many y''all niggaz is welcome here **lf**Chorus: **lf**Fuck is these niggas son **lf**Get off my block **lf**Yo I don''t know none of these niggas du **lf**Get off my block **lf**Them niggas wanna sell there weed here **lf**Get off my block **lf**Yo how these unfamiliar corn balls **lf**Get off my block **lf**It''s one of these niggas off my street corner **lf**Get off my block **lf**Lord Have Mercy: **lf**Now who the fuck you beeeeee? Landlord **lf**Cradle la stainless for strangers **lf**Vigilante, trigga stampedes **lf**On the bulletproof for the crews **lf**That lade this nigga ta hand breath **lf**Move you off the block **lf**The a orthodox general **lf**Flash flood when a crowd **lf**Patriotic for the intrepid style and reck more kids that''s pitifal **lf**Niggaaaaaaa, for ever trapped in danger **lf**Emaciate when I take my razor **lf**Sharp heards that scare herds **lf**Niggaaaaa, I''m from the wicked city **lf**When chickens twist trees and dick tease **lf**Breast feed **lf**Pet seeds with asthmatic chest we''s **lf**Lord Have, cardiac arrest freeze **lf**Please, bastard handicap crews that stay soft **lf**It''s mayor, ate off **lf**School your army, ya squad weak **lf**Remove four camps when I say **lf**Pumpin arms like nor plants **lf**I conquer and hold **lf**Home sweet home down with monster control **lf**Still they in the cut like runnin the coal **lf**And still we must bring the ruckus to all you motherfuckers **lf**Automatically, assault and battery **lf**We battle thieves that get tragically slap to sleep to relax the beef **lf**Collapse like weak cancerous lungs **lf**Scatter, we numb **lf**Blind feelin nap with jarred villain that alarm buildings **lf**Con scrimmage, woke up a lot of children **lf**Dirty ass venom village **lf**I finish and outsuns **lf**Then pulls like men is the malk of method vanesha blinds **lf**By all means necessary I reach for mine and lift golden towers from **lf**roof tops **lf**And give orders, rugged pound acre **lf**Drown violators in buckets of piss water **lf**Chorus 3X