Busta Rhymes, Spliff Star - Fuck That (Get Off My Block Interlude) lyrics

("What?") "Check it, what, ha
("Noooooo!") Ha! Ha ha, ha! ("Hey!") yeah"
("I don't care! What?! What?! Uhhh")

It's the musical felon, the black John Lennon
Who keep the gat between the
Brief and the denim
The way the world is headed
I can see how it's endin'
But I'm gonna get this paper
From now to armageddon
My mental's too strict, my squad is too thick
I fucked up and slipped but
I quickly caught a grip
Since my man put me on
("Eh heh") I took another route
I'm wreckin' shows you know from
Here to over South
Them mothafuckas know exactly talkin' about
Spliff Star, see me on MTV
Fuck that! I'm comin' to gain on Soul Train
Now I'm gettin' paid like
That nigga Damon Wayans
Fuck that! No more stress on the brain!
Fuck that! No more sellin' cocaine!
I'm out there, I'm out there on the radio
Catch me in the video 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 you jealous niggas on the sides slopin'
Smell the weed I'm totin'
It's stink like skunks
I'm beatin' down you punks
Now shut the fuck up! ("'K up! 'K up! 'K up")

"Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo
What the-what the fuck is goin'
On in my shit?! Ayyo
Spliff Star! How the fuck you up in my shit
Got your fuckin' songs on my LP
Nigga? Nigga, we know your shit
Comin' out in '98
Mothafucka! Have patience!
Mawfucka tryin' to bogart space on my LP"