Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get off My Block , by - Busta Rhymes. Release date: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get off My Block |
| 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 |
| 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 |