Watcha Come Around Here Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Verse 1: spliff star 

Yeah 

Heh 

A flipmode y'all (x4) 

Hah 

Heh 

Hahahaha 

Yo 

Yo, uh 

I spits rhymes for thug cats 

Neighborhood drug rats 

Hardcore 

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-bush 

Fire arms till you no longer breather black 

Make it hot 

Standin on the corner wit the g-pack 

Look at me 

Lampin in defiance wit my seats back 

Got the game to fuck wit ? jane? where you and her sleep at 

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Verse 2: rah digga 

Lyrically 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 strapped 

You'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 accupuncture 

Chorus: 

Photos 

Got niggaz from the hood 

Thinkin shit all good 

I'm askin all y'all 

Watcha come around here fo!!! 

Got niggaz outta town 

Tryin to come and be down 

I'm askin all y'all 

Watcha come around here fo!!! 

Got niggaz online 

Think they fuckin wit mine 

I'm askin all y'all 

Watcha come around here fo!!! 

I'm askin all y'all 

Watcha come around here fo!!! 

I'm askin all y'all 

Watcha come around here fo!!! 

Verse 3: baby sham 

It makes alot of sense 

When you see sham in black benz 

With 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 lookouts 

You'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 dat 

Bib from qb 

Boys in black 

And foul attitudes to match 

Verse 4: busta rhymes 

Yo 

Now who you be god 

I be the soul controller 

I burst gas like the fizz outta your coca cola 

Live shit like the energy of solar 

With thug niggaz wit names like bullet head and cobra 

Street niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock 

Bear skin furs like australian polar 

Hang up on whack bitches who call the motorolla 

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

Chorus 

Verse 5: rampage 

Ramp 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 happen 

I'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 and 

8 bullets total in all I'm street trackin 

Verse 6: rocky marciano 

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 moses 

Fiendin for flows I pose to split you open 

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

Chorus 

Verse 7: lord have mercy 

The 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 lobbies 

50 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 dirt 

Hah 

Chorus