​mewithoutYou
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 n***a 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' n***as stuck like I was accupuncture
[Chorus: Rah Digga | Busta Rhymes & Rampage]
Got n***as from the hood, thinkin' shit all good
I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?
Got n***as outta town, tryin' to come and be down
I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?
Got n***as 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 n***as (Ha) wit' names like Bullet Head and Cobra (Cobra)
Street n***as (Ha) be feelin' the nights gettin' cold to rock
Bear skin furs like Australian polar (Polar)
Hang up on whack 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 n***as from the hood, thinkin' shit all good
I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?
Got n***as outta town, tryin' to come and be down
I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?
Got n***as 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 n***as be poppin' shit, y'all n***as actin'
Flipmode (Ugh!), number one squad that make shit happen
I'm rippin' (What?) down shit (What?) while your other n***as slackin' (Ugh)
Money, cash (Yeah) is stocked and locked plus I'm stackin'
Them grimy (Ugh!) n***as rollin' with me, them n***as 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 n***as from the hood, thinkin' shit all good
I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?
Got n***as outta town, tryin' to come and be down
I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?
Got n***as 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 n***as from the hood, thinkin' shit all good
I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?
Got n***as outta town, tryin' to come and be down
I'm askin all of y'all, what you come around here for!?
Got n***as 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!?