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All my y'all, Flipmode y'all
Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all, raw shit
Hardcore y'all, y'all

All my bitches y'all, all my y'all
y'all, Flipmode y'all
Hardcore y'all, raw shit
y'all, Flipmode y'all

Never judge a nigga like the of a book
Fuck around and get back of the foot
Nigga, fall, stumble and look, and shook
Dragged in the alley and book and beat to a pulp

Shot up my cops, Dirty
You me is like niggas fuckin' the Virgin Mary
Shit we carry will have you found layin'
damp and muddy, split your tummy
Puncture your kidney and you piss bloody

So now I your body to rot
Where bitches sell they pussy for
Cook they in steamin' water, boil in a pot
Do you know niggas like us that clutter they
Invest in yo' block, like it or not, involvin' your

You wit a rhyme surgeon
the GS for the excursion, heads is turnin'
Flipmode we mergin'
Now we in suburbans
Dirty Harriet rock the camouflage

one for the money and two for mic check
And spit a million rhymin' in 240 seconds
Get three to get your bitch neck and to even the score
Graveyard mister, y'all believe in the law

Flipmode like Lou Retton
Suede ballet steppin', do the best that I can can
Like Pointer sisters, who join the wizard?
Talkin' outta place, I pick the knife up and cut the
Right outta your and fuck your life up

This for my niggas, come get wit us
More raw shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know y'all us
Flipmode got raw just for you, you, you, you

Before all the and the Source Aawards
Y'all niggas wanna dick ride, so jump
It's a first class ass whippin', rampage, I ain't
Check all the magazine

Yo, I pluck pigeons, get brains in
Cause friction, every chick I stick my in
I'm not trustworthy, like midnight, I'm
Spliff keep it warm wool caps to mittens

for me in a new milli, kick up dust with my shoe shitty
New Jack City, wicked move wit me
Holla mine, in violent times crooks bear malice
White collar crime, Columbine, we classes

Burn a nigga into ashes, how I mash his ass like
Finger jabs, I got it mastered,
Writin half ass shit, splash
Poke em with the in the neck, graphic

Can't tell I'm from QB the way that I
Speakin' in tongue six blocks callin' my dun
Bogie collapsed lung, big and small gats we
Bangin' your with hot shit and more to come

But then we the truth
The niggas fight predictions from The
Betrayal for niggas is
Kick swift shit niggas rock harder than Limp
Dirty floodin' all through your district

This for my niggas, y'all get wit us
More raw hardcore shit for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know miss us
got raw shit just for you, you, you, you

This for my niggas, y'all get wit us
More raw shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know miss us
Flipmode got raw just for you, you, you, you