Whatcha Come Around Here For Lyrics - Flipmode Squad

Yeah, heh 

A Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all 

A Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all 

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 

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 acupuncture 

Got niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

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

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

Got niggaz online, think they fuckin' wit mine 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

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

With high friends pull up the club wit dark tints 

Never jump out, that's 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 

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 Motorola 

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

Got niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

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

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

Got niggaz online, think they fuckin' wit mine 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

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' 

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 tsar holdin' golden 

Metal and though I hold my arm swollen 

On the farm belong for soldiers I control 

Is like they seein' Moses 

Fendin' for flows, I pose to split you open 

Layin' back rappers for motion 

Picture me slap on my rappin' boots 

Got niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

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

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

Got niggaz online, think they fuckin' wit mine 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

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 and General's turf 

Menace incredible work 

Land Lord blaze him and gave him the dirt, hah 

Got niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

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

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

Got niggaz online, think they fuckin' wit mine 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for? 

I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?