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