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

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

Never judge a nigga the cover of a book
Fuck around and get shot back of the
Nigga, fall, and look, nervous and shook
Dragged in the and book and beat down to a pulp

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

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

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

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

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

for my niggas, y'all come 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

Before all the plaques and the Source
niggas wanna dick ride, so jump aboard
It's a class ass whippin', rampage, I ain't trippin'
Check all the clippin's

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

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

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

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

But then we manifest the
The fight predictions from The Bible
Betrayal for niggas is
Kick swift shit niggas harder than Limp Bizkit
Harriet floodin' all through your district

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