| All my niggas y’all, Flipmode y’all
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| Flipmode y’all, hardcore y’all, raw shit y’all
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| Hardcore y’all, Flipmode y’all
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| For my bitches y’all, all my bitches y’all
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| Flipmode y’all, Flipmode y’all
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| Hardcore y’all, raw shit y’all
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| Hardcore y’all, Flipmode y’all
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| Never judge a nigga like the cover of a book
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| Fuck around and get shot back of the foot
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| Nigga fall, stumble and look, nervous and shook
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| Dragged in the alley and book and beat down to a pulp
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| Shot up my copse, Dirty Harry
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| You stickin me is like niggas fuckin the Virgin Mary
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| Shit we carry, will have you found layin down somewhere damp and muddy
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| Split your tummy, puncture your kidney and make you piss bloody
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| So now I leave your body to rott
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| Where bitches sell they pussy for rock
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| Cook they coke in steamin water boil in a pot
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| Do you know niggas like us that clutter they watch
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| Invest in yo' block, like it or not, involvin your pops
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| You messin wit a rhyme surgeon
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| Trade the GS for the Excursion, heads is turning
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| Flipmode we still mergin
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| Now we splurgin in Suburbans
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| Dirty Harriet rock the camouflage turbans
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| Said one for the money and two for mic check
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| And spit a million rhymin words in 240 seconds
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| Get three to get your bitch neck, and four to even the score
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| Graveyard shift it’s best that y’all believe in the law
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| Flipmode like Mary Lou Retton
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| Suede ballie, shoe steppin do the best that I can can
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| Like Pointer Sisters, who could join the wizard?
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| Talkin outta place I pick the knife up and cut the tongue
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| Right outta your mouth and fuck your life up
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| This for my niggas, y’all come get wit us
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| More raw hardcore shit just for you
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| YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU
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| This for my sistas, we know y’all miss us
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| Flipmode got raw shit just for you
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| YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU
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| Before all the plaques and the source awards
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| Y’all niggas wanna dick ride so jump aboard
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| It’s a first class ass whippin, Rampage, I ain’t trippin
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| Check all the magazine clippins
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| Yo I pluck pigeons, get brains in Expeditions
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| Cause friction, every chick I stick my dick in
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| I’m not trustworthy like midnight I’m pickin
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| Spliff keep it warm like wool caps to mittens
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| Watch for me in a new milli, kick up dust with my shoe shitty
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| New Jack City, wicked ways move wit me
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| Holla mine, any violent times crooks bear malice
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| White collar crime, Columbine, weak clear classes
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| Burn a nigga into ashes, how I mashes ass like Cassius
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| Finger jabs, I got it mastered, fantastic
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| Writin half ass shit, splash kids
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| Poke em with the bassonet in the neck, graphic
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| Can’t tell I’m from QB the way that I talk
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| Speakin in tongue, with six blocks callin my dun
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| Bogie collapsed lung, big and small gats we brung
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| Bangin your drums with hot shit and more to come
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| But then we manifest the truth
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| The niggas like predictions from the Bible
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| Betrayal for niggas is suicidal
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| Kick swift shit niggas rock harder than Limp Bizkit
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| Dirty Harriet floodin all through your district |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just for You , by - Rah Digga. Song from the album Dirty Harriet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп