Letras:
Busta Rhymes Get Off My Block

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 {

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

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 {

doin' my thing Still smokin' crucial bang Just came off my P-O ("Yo!") I'm in my basement writin' 'nough flow That's right, my fuckin' brain's open Got

in my name, barbers tryin to part my game Niggaz tryin to chalk my frame But I walk on a thin line without scuffin my Chucks Bad Boyyyyy, and I fuck

now I got my mind set up Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up Cause it's time to make the payback fat To my brothers on the block better stay strapped

dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... [come on] get in get in too

jack Sit back and get fat off the fat cat while he thinks that he's getting over I bust a move as smooth as casanova And count another quick meal I'm getting paid for my

see me in the streets, you better bust One day, I'm on my way to the studio, ya dig? Pick up a zip of hay, after I drop off my kids Flippin' through