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All my y'all, Flipmode y'all
Flipmode y'all, hardc*re y'all, raw s**t y'all
hardc*re y'all, Flipmode y'all
For my girls y'all, all my girls y'all
Flipmode y'all, Flipmode y'all
hardc*re y'all, raw s**t y'all
hardc*re y'all, Flipmode y'all
Spliff Star
Never judge a nigg* like the cover of a book
fk around and get shot back of the foot
nigg* 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 fkin the virgin Mary
Busta Rhymes
s**t we carry, will have you found layin down somewhere damp and muddy
Split your tummy, puncture your kidney and make you pi*s blood
So now I leave your body to rott
Where girls sell they p*ssy for rock
Cook they coke in steamin water boil in a pot
Baby Sham
Do you know 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 b*tch 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 fk your life up
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This for my , y'all come get wit us
More raw hardc*re s**t just for you
YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw s**t just for you
YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU
Rampage
Before all the plaques and the source awards
Y'all wanna d*ck ride so jump aboard
It's a first class as* 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 d*ck 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 s**tty
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 nigg* into ashes, how I mashes as* like Cassius
Finger jabs, I got it mastered, fantastic
Writin half as* s**t, 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 s**t and more to come
Busta Rhymes
But then we manifest the truth
The like predictions from the Bible
Betrayal for is suicidal
Rah Digga
Kick swift s**t rock harder than Limp Bizkit
Dirty Harriet floodin all through your district
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