Whatcha Come Around Here For

[Produced by Nottz]

[Intro: Spliff Star]

Heh, eheh

A Flipmode, y'all, a Flipmode, y'all, Flipmode, Flipmode, y'all

Heh, heh, heheheh, eheheh (Yo)

Yeah, heheheh (Yo, uh)

[Verse 1: Spliff Star]

I spits wild for my thug cats, neighborhood-rugrats

Hardcore, keep it raw (What?), a nigga love that (Yeah)

Stack the green bags (Uh-huh) and stay steady with the weed sack

Spliff Star, one of the fear-this foreigners from East Flatbush

Fire arms (Yeah) until you no longer breath, Black (What?)

Make it hot when standin' on the corner wit' the G-Pack

Look at me! Lampin' in defiance wit' my seat back (That's right)

Got the game to fuck your chick where you and her sleep at, hoo

[Verse 2: Rah Digga]

Lyrically inclined and inclined to get lyrical (Yeah)

Checkin' for residuals, rhymin' be the ritual

Ill individual! Bad habitat

Watch my voice rattle cats while I'm spittin' battle raps (Psss...)

On the high horse and I keep my saddle strapped

You'll be headin' up the river like, "Where the paddle at?"

Got a rhyme overload, Rah Digga always front ya

Leavin' niggas stuck like I was accupuncture

[Chorus: Rah Digga | Busta Rhymes & Rampage]

Got niggas from the hood, thinkin' shit all good

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

Got niggas outta town, tryin' to come and be down

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

Got niggas online, think they fuckin' wit' mine

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

[Verse 3: Baby Sham | Busta Rhymes]

It makes a lot of sense when you see Sham in a black Benz

With high friends, pull up the club wit' dark tints

Never jump out (What?), that's why they lookin' dead in my mouth

They must have doubts (Yeah), like "Who the stars wit' no lookouts?"

You'd be amazed (Uhh) and surprised (What?), two would run in your house

And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse

I shall leave you wit' that, BIB from QB

Boys In Black and foul attitudes to match (Ayo)

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]

Now who you be, God? I be the sole controller (-troller)

I burst gas like the fizz outta your Coca Cola (Cola)

Live (Ha) hot shit like the energy (Ha) of solar (Solar)

For the thug niggas (Ha) wit' names like Bullet Head and Cobra (Cobra)

Street niggas (Ha) be feelin' the nights gettin' cold to rock

Bear skin furs like Australian polar (Polar)

Hang up on wack bitches who call the Motorolla (Ha)

And smack faggots like you, don't make me have to show ya

[Chorus: Rah Digga | Busta Rhymes & Rampage | Rampage]

Got niggas from the hood, thinkin' shit all good

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

Got niggas outta town, tryin' to come and be down

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

Got niggas online, think they fuckin' wit' mine

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!? (Huh, yeah)

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!? (That's what I'm livin', ugh! Ugh! Ugh!)

[Verse 5: Rampage]

Ramp, I'm not talkin', son (Ugh!), I'm comin' out clappin'

All you (Yeah) whack niggas be poppin' shit, y'all niggas actin'

Flipmode (Ugh!), number one squad that make shit happen

I'm rippin' (What?) down shit (What?) while your other niggas slackin' (Ugh)

Money, cash (Yeah) is stocked and locked plus I'm stackin'

Them grimy (Ugh!) niggas rollin' with me, them niggas packin' (Ugh!)

Bust four (Yeah) in your face, pop four in your back (Blaow!)

Eight bullets (Ugh!) total in all, I'm street-trackin'

[Verse 6: Roc Marciano]

Travel my block like ten in the mornin' (Uh-huh), squish' your organs (Yeah, c'mon)

Like Swiss Cheese, rippin' the arm and flavor blaze, I play the corner

Wake up your neighbors (Yeah) wit' my tape in order (C'mon) t'feel my aura (Yeah)

Marciano, I'm like a silver Czar holdin' golden

Metal or dough (C'mon) I hold (Yeah), my arm swollen

On the farm belong for soldiers I control is like the Sea of Moses (Uh-huh)

Fiendin' for flows (C'mon) I 'posed to split you open (Uhh, uh)

Layin' back rappers for motion, picture me, slap on my rappin' boots

[Chorus: Rah Digga | Busta Rhymes & Rampage]

Got niggas from the hood, thinkin' shit all good

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

Got niggas outta town, tryin' to come and be down

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

Got niggas online, think they fuckin' wit' mine

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

[Verse 7: Lord Have Mercy]

The earth is the globe where I work my magic like Merlin unfolds

Surface enclosure, life worthless, no goals

Perfect controls like Ayatola's turbans and robes

From the counties of kings, bails, bounties

Pissy lobbies, fifty armies, probably bring

Hell on this earth, legend of dirt

Smash ghettos and general's turf menace incredible work

Landlord blaze him and gave him the dirt, hah

[Chorus: Rah Digga | Busta Rhymes & Rampage]

Got niggas from the hood, thinkin' shit all good

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

Got niggas outta town, tryin' to come and be down

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

Got niggas online, think they fuckin' wit' mine

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?

I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?