Get Off My Block Busta Rhymes (Ft. Lord Have Mercy)

[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)