Rah Digga, Flipmode Squad - Just For You lyrics

All my niggas y'all, Flipmode y'all
Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all
Raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all
For 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 copse, 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 rott
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 turning 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 shift it's best that y'all
Believe in the law

Flipmode like Mary Lou Retton suede ballie
Shoe 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

All my niggas y'all, Flipmode y'all
Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all
Raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all
For 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

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you
YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you
YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU

Before all the plaques and the source awards
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 clippins

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
Any violent times crooks bear malice
White collar crime, Columbine
Weak clear classes

Burn a nigga into ashes
How I mashes ass like Cassius
Finger jabs, I got it mastered, fantastic
Writin half ass shit, splash kids
Poke em with the bassonet 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 like 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

All my niggas y'all, Flipmode y'all
Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all
Raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all
For 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

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you
YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you
YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you
YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you
YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU