Whatcha Come Around Here For Flipmode Squad

[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