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Just For You Lyrics - Singles - Rah Digga

All my niggas y'all, Flipmode y'all 

Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all 

Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all 

 

All my bitches y'all, all my bitches y'all 

Flipmode y'all, Flipmode y'all 

Hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all 

Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all 

 

Never judge a nigga like the cover of a book 

Fuck around and get shot back of the foot 

Nigga, fall, stumble and look, nervous and shook 

Dragged in the alley and book and beat down to a pulp 

 

Shot up my cops, Dirty Harry 

You stickin' me is like niggas fuckin' the Virgin Mary 

Shit we carry will have you found layin' down 

Somewhere damp and muddy, split your tummy 

Puncture your kidney and make you piss bloody 

 

So now I leave your body to rot 

Where bitches sell they pussy for rock 

Cook they coke in steamin' water, boil in a pot 

Do you know niggas like us that clutter they watch 

Invest in yo' block, like it or not, involvin' your pops? 

 

You messin' wit a rhyme surgeon 

Trade the GS for the excursion, heads is turnin' 

Flipmode we still mergin' 

Now we splurgin' in suburbans 

Dirty Harriet rock the camouflage turbans 

 

Said one for the money and two for mic check 

And spit a million rhymin' words in 240 seconds 

Get three to get your bitch neck and four to even the score 

Graveyard shifter mister, y'all believe in the law 

 

Flipmode like Mary Lou Retton 

Suede ballet shoes steppin', do the best that I can can 

Like Pointer sisters, who could join the wizard? 

Talkin' outta place, I pick the knife up and cut the tongue 

Right outta your mouth and fuck your life up 

 

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us 

More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you 

This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us 

Flipmode got raw shit just for you, you, you, you 

 

Before all the plaques and the Source Aawards 

Y'all niggas wanna dick ride, so jump aboard 

It's a first class ass whippin', rampage, I ain't trippin' 

Check all the magazine clippin's 

 

Yo, I pluck pigeons, get brains in expeditions 

Cause friction, every chick I stick my dick in 

I'm not trustworthy, like midnight, I'm pickin' 

Spliff keep it warm like wool caps to mittens 

 

Watch for me in a new milli, kick up dust with my shoe shitty 

New Jack City, wicked ways move wit me 

Holla mine, in these violent times crooks bear malice 

White collar crime, Columbine, we clear classes 

 

Burn a nigga into ashes, how I mash his ass like Cassius 

Finger jabs, I got it mastered, fantastic 

Writin' half ass shit, splash kids 

Poke 'em with the bassinet in the neck, graphic 

 

Can't tell I'm from QB the way that I talk 

Speakin' in tongue with six blocks callin' my dun 

Bogie collapsed lung, big and small gats we brung 

Bangin' your drums with hot shit and more to come 

 

But then we manifest the truth 

The niggas fight predictions from The Bible 

Betrayal for niggas is suicidal 

Kick swift shit niggas rock harder than Limp Bizkit 

Dirty Harriet floodin' all through your district 

 

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us 

More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you 

This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us 

Flipmode got raw shit just for you, you, you, you 

 

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us 

More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you 

This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us 

Flipmode got raw shit just for you, you, you, you 

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