Get off my block

[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