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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, I pluck pigeons, get in expeditions
Cause friction, every I stick my dick in
I'm not trustworthy, like midnight, I'm
Spliff keep it warm like 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 clear

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

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

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

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

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