Just for You (feat. Flipmode Squad)

歌詞

1- 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 (Spliff Star) 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 (Rocky Marciano) Shot up my cops, Dirty Harry You stickin me is like niggas fuckin the virgin Mary (Busta Rhymes) 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 (Baby Sham) Do you know niggas like us that clutter they watch Invest in yo' block, like it or not, involvin your pops (Rampage) You messin wit a rhyme surgeon Trade the GS for the Excursion, heads is turning Flipmode we still mergin (Rah Digga) 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 (Lord Have Mercy) 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 (Rocky Marciano) Flipmode like Mary Lou Retton Suede ballie, shoe steppin do the best that I can can Like Pointer Sisters, who could join the wizard? (Busta Rhymes) Talkin outta place I pick the knife up and cut the tongue Right outta your mouth and fuck your life up 1- repeats in background HOOK: 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 (Rampage) 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 aint trippin Check all the magazine clippins (Spliff Star) 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 (Lord Have Mercy) 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 (Rocky Marciano) 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 (Baby Sham) 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 (Busta Rhymes) But then we manifest the truth The niggas like predictions from the Bible Betrayal for niggas is suicidal (Rah Digga) Kick swift shit niggas rock harder than Limp Bizkit Dirty Harriet floodin all through your district 1- repeats in background HOOK 2X