Released: September 16, 1997
Featuring: Lord Have Mercy
Songwriter: DJ Scratch Busta Rhymes Lord Have Mercy
Producer: DJ Scratch
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Trilogy
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat and lets brawl it et al., nigga
Straight foolin', when we use to chill up on park benches
My twenty 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! Ayo, Lord, is you a friend of his?
'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 ya ass out like a game on my little Sega Genesis
This is inappropriate, fuck is we talkin' for and we ain't even associates?
Ass lyrical beatings, straight trick or treating
Ay, what ya eatin'? I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin'! Ain't part of my crew, face look too brand new Who?
Niggas ain't even allowed to send my patch through
Can't chill on my corner, can't go up in my bodega
Chill before I call Dinco to grab the quatro-cinco
We don't give a fuck right now
We be the high-caliber shit, y'all corny niggas must bow
We do unforgivable shit, we blow the spot anyhow
Move
Ready for battle, 'cause I'm refusin' to lose
I'ma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nothin' to prove
Live nigga shit right there
Beware, stand clear
None of y'all niggas is welcome here
[Chorus]
Fuck is these niggas, son?
Get off my block
Yo, I don't know none of these niggas, duke
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell they weed here
Get off my block
Yo, who these unfamiliar cornballs?
Get off my block
Let’s run these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block
[Verse 2: Lord Have Mercy]
Now who the fuck you be? Landlord
Cradle a stainless for strangers
Vigilante, trigger stampedes
On the bulletproof hooded crews
The latest nigga that can't breathe
Move you; off the block
The unorthodox general
Flash flood when a crowd
Patrol [?] for the intrepid style
And wreck more kids than pedophiles
Nigga, uh, forever trapped in danger
They Macarena when I jack my razor
Sharp words that scar herds
Nigga, I'm from the wicked city
Where chickens twist trees and dick-tease
Breastfeed, [?] with asthmatic chest wheeze
Lord Have, cardiac arrest freeze
Please, bastard handicap crews that stay soft
It's mayor Adolf
School your army, your squad weak
Remove four camps when I say
Up in arms like Norplants
I conquer and hold
Home sweet home down with monster control
Still they in the cut like Ron and Nicole
And still we must bring the ruckus to all you motherfuckers
Automatically, assault and battery
We battle thieves that get tragically slapped to sleep to relax the beef
Collapse like weak cancerous lungs
Scatter, we numb
Non-feeling, nap with the jarred villain that alarm buildings
Calm scrimmage, woke up Allah's children
Dirty-ass Vietnam village
I'm finishin' out sons
Then pose, like Minister Malcolm at the venetian blinds
By all means necessary, I reach for mine and lift
Golden showers from roof tops
And give orders, rugged pound acre
Drown violators in buckets of piss water
[Chorus]
Fuck is these niggas, son?
Get off my block
Yo I don't know none of these niggas, duke
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell they weed here
Get off my block
Yo, who these unfamiliar cornballs?
Get off my block
Let’s run these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block
Fuck is these niggas, son?
Get off my block
Yo, I don't know none of these niggas, duke
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell they weed here
Get off my block
Yo, who these unfamiliar cornballs?
Get off my block
Let’s run these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block
Fuck-fuck is these niggas, son?
Get off my block
Yo, I don't know none of these niggas, duke
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell they weed here
Get off my block
Yo, who these unfamiliar cornballs?
Get off my block
Fuck-fuck is these niggas, son?
Get off my block
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Trilogy
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat and lets brawl it et al., nigga
Straight foolin', when we use to chill up on park benches
My twenty 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! Ayo, Lord, is you a friend of his?
'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 ya ass out like a game on my little Sega Genesis
This is inappropriate, fuck is we talkin' for and we ain't even associates?
Ass lyrical beatings, straight trick or treating
Ay, what ya eatin'? I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin'! Ain't part of my crew, face look too brand new Who?
Niggas ain't even allowed to send my patch through
Can't chill on my corner, can't go up in my bodega
Chill before I call Dinco to grab the quatro-cinco
We don't give a fuck right now
We be the high-caliber shit, y'all corny niggas must bow
We do unforgivable shit, we blow the spot anyhow
Move
Ready for battle, 'cause I'm refusin' to lose
I'ma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nothin' to prove
Live nigga shit right there
Beware, stand clear
None of y'all niggas is welcome here
[Chorus]
Fuck is these niggas, son?
Get off my block
Yo, I don't know none of these niggas, duke
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell they weed here
Get off my block
Yo, who these unfamiliar cornballs?
Get off my block
Let’s run these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block
[Verse 2: Lord Have Mercy]
Now who the fuck you be? Landlord
Cradle a stainless for strangers
Vigilante, trigger stampedes
On the bulletproof hooded crews
The latest nigga that can't breathe
Move you; off the block
The unorthodox general
Flash flood when a crowd
Patrol [?] for the intrepid style
And wreck more kids than pedophiles
Nigga, uh, forever trapped in danger
They Macarena when I jack my razor
Sharp words that scar herds
Nigga, I'm from the wicked city
Where chickens twist trees and dick-tease
Breastfeed, [?] with asthmatic chest wheeze
Lord Have, cardiac arrest freeze
Please, bastard handicap crews that stay soft
It's mayor Adolf
School your army, your squad weak
Remove four camps when I say
Up in arms like Norplants
I conquer and hold
Home sweet home down with monster control
Still they in the cut like Ron and Nicole
And still we must bring the ruckus to all you motherfuckers
Automatically, assault and battery
We battle thieves that get tragically slapped to sleep to relax the beef
Collapse like weak cancerous lungs
Scatter, we numb
Non-feeling, nap with the jarred villain that alarm buildings
Calm scrimmage, woke up Allah's children
Dirty-ass Vietnam village
I'm finishin' out sons
Then pose, like Minister Malcolm at the venetian blinds
By all means necessary, I reach for mine and lift
Golden showers from roof tops
And give orders, rugged pound acre
Drown violators in buckets of piss water
[Chorus]
Fuck is these niggas, son?
Get off my block
Yo I don't know none of these niggas, duke
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell they weed here
Get off my block
Yo, who these unfamiliar cornballs?
Get off my block
Let’s run these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block
Fuck is these niggas, son?
Get off my block
Yo, I don't know none of these niggas, duke
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell they weed here
Get off my block
Yo, who these unfamiliar cornballs?
Get off my block
Let’s run these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block
Fuck-fuck is these niggas, son?
Get off my block
Yo, I don't know none of these niggas, duke
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell they weed here
Get off my block
Yo, who these unfamiliar cornballs?
Get off my block
Fuck-fuck is these niggas, son?
Get off my block
When Disaster Strikes...
- Dangerous
- Things We Be Doin’ for Money, Part 2
- Get Off My Block
- One
- There’s Not a Problem My Squad Can’t Fix
- So Hardcore
- Survival Hungry
- Turn It Up
- Turn It Up (Remix)/Fire It Up
- Things We Be Doin’ for Money, Part 1
- Intro
- The Whole World Lookin’ At Me
- We Could Take It Outside
- Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
- The Body Rock
- It’s All Good
- When Disaster Strikes
- Rhymes Galore
- Fuck That (Get Off My Block Interlude)
- Get High Tonight
- Outro (Preparation for the Final World Front)
- When Disaster Strikes... (1997)
- Calm Down
- #TwerkIt
- #TwerkIt (Solo)
- Thank You
- Break Ya Neck
- I’ll Hurt You
- Can You Keep Up?
- Look Over Your Shoulder
- I Know What You Want
- Touch It (Official Remix)
- Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
- Why Stop Now
- Touch It
- Arab Money
- Gimme Some More
- Arab Money (Remix)
- Pass the Courvoisier Part II
- Woo Hah!! Got You All in Check
- Hello
- Dangerous
- Girlfriend
- Why Stop Now (Remix)
- We Made It
- Uncut Cypher