* 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..."