Busta Rhymes - Just For You lyrics

[Prelude] All my n***as y'all, Flipmode y'all Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all, raw sh** y'all Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all For my b**hes y'all, all my b**hes y'all Flipmode y'all, Flipmode y'all Hardcore y'all, raw sh** y'all Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all [Spliff Star] Never judge a n***a like the cover of a book f** around and get shot back of the foot n***a fall, stumble and look, nervous and shook Dragged in the alley and book and beat down to a pulp [Roc Marciano] Shot up my copse, Dirty Harry You stickin me is like n***as f**in the Virgin Mary [Busta Rhymes] sh** we carry, will have you found layin down somewhere damp and muddy Split your tummy, puncture your kidney and make you piss bloody So now I leave your body to rott Where b**hes sell they p**y for rock Cook they coke in steamin water boil in a pot [Baby Sham] Do you know n***as 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**h neck, and four to even the score Graveyard shift it's best that y'all believe in the law [Roc 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 f** your life up [Prelude Background] [Hook] This for my n***as, y'all come get wit us More raw hardcore sh** just for you YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us Flipmode got raw sh** just for you YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU [Rampage] Before all the plaques and the source awards Y'all n***as wanna dick ride so jump aboard It's a first cla** a** whippin, Rampage, I ain't trippin Check all the magazine clippins [Spliff Star] Yo I pluck pigeons, get brains in Expeditions Cause friction, every chick I stick my dick 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 sh**ty New Jack City, wicked ways move wit me Holla mine, any violent times crooks bear malice White collar crime, Columbine, weak clear cla**es [Roc Marciano] Burn a n***a into ashes, how I mashes a** like Ca**ius Finger jabs, I got it mastered, fantastic Writin half a** sh**, splash kids Poke em with the ba**onet 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 sh** and more to come [Busta Rhymes] But then we manifest the truth The n***as like predictions from the Bible Betrayal for n***as is suicidal [Rah Digga] Kick swift sh** n***as rock harder than Limp Bizkit Dirty Harriet floodin all through your district [Prelude Background] [Hook 2x]