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Artist: Rah Digga f/ Flipmode Squad 
Album:  Dirty Harriet
Song:   Just For You
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   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 

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 

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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 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 

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