Songtext Watcha come around here Flipmode Squad

Watcha come around here

Verse 1: Spliff StarYeahHehA Flipmode y'all (x4)HahHehHahahahaYoYo, UhI spits rhymes for thug cats
Neighborhood drug ratsHardcore
Keep it raw
What Niggaz love that
Stack the greenbacks
And stay steady with the weed sack
Spliff Star one of the famous foreigners>
From East Flat-BushFire arms till you no longer breather black
Make it hot Standin on the corner wit the G-PackLook at me
Lampin in defiance wit my seats back
Got the game to fuck wit ?Jane? where you and her sleep at
Verse 2: Rah DiggaLyrically inclined
And inclined to get lyrical
Checkin for residuals
Rhymin be the ritual
Ill individual
Bad habitat
Watch my voice battle cats
While i'm spittin battle raps
On the high horse
And i keep my saddle strappedYou'd be headin up the river like 'where the paddle at?'Got a rhyme overload
Rah Digga always front ya
Leavin niggaz stuck like I was accupunctureChorus:
Got niggaz from the hood Thinkin shit all goodI'm askin all y'allWATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!Got niggaz outta town
Tryin to come and be downI'm askin all y'allWATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!Got niggaz online
Think they fuckin wit mineI'm askin all y'allWATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!I'm askin all y'allWATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!I'm askin all y'allWATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!Verse 3: Baby ShamIt makes alot of sense
When you see Sham in black BenzWith high friends
Pull up the club wit dark tints
Never jump out
Thats why they lookin dead in my mouth
They must have doubts
Like who the stars wit no lookoutsYou'd be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house
And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse
I shall leave you wit datBI
B from QBBoys In BlackAnd foul attitudes to match
Verse 4: Busta RhymesYoNow who you be god
I be the soul controller
I burst gas like the fizz outta your Coca ColaLive shit like the energy of solar
With thug niggaz wit names like Bullet Head and CobraStreet niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock
Bear skin furs like Australian polar Hang up on whack bitches who call the MotorollaAnd smack faggots like you don't make me have ta show yaChorus
Verse 5: RampageRamp i'm not talkin son I'm comin out clappin
All you whack niggaz be poppin shit y'all niggaz actin
Flipmode number 1 squad that make shit happenI'm rippin down shit while y'all other niggaz slackin
Money cats is stocked and locked plus I'm stackin
Them grimy niggaz rollin with me
Them niggaz packin
Bust 4 in your face pop 4 in your back and8 bullets total in all I'm street trackin
Verse 6: (Unknown Member)2 for my block like 10 in the mornin
Squish your organs like Swiss scheese whippin the arm
And flava blaze I play the corner
Wake up your neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my aura
Mauziano I'm like a silver Tzar holdin golden
Metal & dough I hold my arm swollen
On the farm belong for soldiers I control is like they seein MosesFiendin for flows I pose to split you open
Layin back rappers for motion picture me slap on my rappin bootsChorus
Verse 7: Lord Have MercyThe earth is the globe
Where I work my magic like Merlin unfold
Surface enclosure
Life worthless no goals
Perfect controls Like Ayatola's turbans and robes
From the counties of kings
Bails, bounties, pissie lobbies50 armies
Probably bring hell on this earth
Legend of dirt
Smash ghettos & General's turf
Menace incredible work
Land Lord blaze him and gave him the dirtHah
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