Just For You lyrics

[Prelude]

All my n*ggas y'all, Flipmode y'all
Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all, raw sh*t y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all
For my b*tches y'all, all my b*tches y'all
Flipmode y'all, Flipmode y'all
Hardcore y'all, raw sh*t y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all

[Verse 1: Spliff Star]
Never judge a n*gga like the cover of a book
f*ck around and get shot back of the foot
n*gga fall, stumble and look, nervous and shook
Dragged in the alley and book and beat down to a pulp

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Shot up my copse, Dirty Harry
You stickin me is like n*ggas f*ckin the Virgin Mary

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
sh*t we carry, will have you found layin down somewhere damp and muddy
Split your tummy, puncture your kidney and make you p*ss bloody
So now I leave your body to rott
Where b*tches sell they pus*y for rock
Cook they coke in steamin water boil in a pot
[Verse 4: Baby Sham]
Do you know n*ggas like us that clutter they watch
Invest in yo' block, like it or not, involvin your pops

[Verse 5: Rampage]
You messin wit a rhyme surgeon
Trade the GS for the Excursion, heads is turning
Flipmode we still mergin

[Verse 6: 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

[Verse 7: 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

[Verse 8: Roc Marciano]
Flipmode like Mary Lou Retton
Suede Bally shoe steppin’, do the best that I can can
Like Pointer Sisters, who could join the wizard?

[Verse 9: Busta Rhymes]
Talkin outta place I pick the knife up and cut the tongue
Right outta your mouth and f*ck your life up
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[Hook]

This for my n*ggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore sh*t just for you
YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw sh*t just for you
YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU

[Verse 10: Rampage]
Before all the plaques and the source awards
Y'all n*ggas wanna di*k ride so jump aboard
It's a first class ass whippin, Rampage, I ain't trippin
Check all the magazine clippins

[Verse 11: Spliff Star]
Yo I pluck pigeons, get brains in Expeditions
Cause friction, every chick I stick my di*k in
I'm not trustworthy like midnight I'm pickin
Spliff keep it warm like wool caps to mittens

[Verse 12: Lord Have Mercy]
Watch for me in a new milli, kick up dust with my shoe sh*tty
New Jack City, wicked ways move wit me
Holla mine, any violent times crooks bear malice
White collar crime, Columbine, we clear classes
[Verse 13: Roc Marciano]
Burn a n*gga into ashes, how I mashes ass like Cassius
Finger jabs, I got it mastered, fantastic
Writin half ass sh*t, splash kids
Poke em with the bassonet in the neck, graphic

[Verse 14: 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 sh*t and more to come

[Verse 15: Busta Rhymes]
But then we manifest the truth
The n*ggas like predictions from the Bible
Betrayal for n*ggas is suicidal

[Verse 16: Rah Digga]
Kick swift sh*t n*ggas rock harder than Limp Bizkit
Dirty Harriet floodin all through your district

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