Lyric Fuck That (Get Off My Block Interlude)

* appears in the -1:30 before "Get Off My Block"

[Spliff Star (Busta Rhymes)]
("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...")

[Busta Rhymes]
"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..."