Clipse, Fam-Lay, Pharrell - FamLay Freestyle lyrics

It ain't nothin' y'all can teach me
I been locked up more times than Sweet Pea
See, I'm from Norfolk
Here's a coffin if ya sleepy
Turn ya children into orphans tryna sneak me
Or tryna creep me
The realest shit I ever spoke
So I'ma spit it, when I finish
I'ma slit my throat
This shit is like 211 mixed with coke
Leave you spinning like the tennis
Balls in ya spoke, nigga
Dark secrets, man, I won't lie
They came to the light, a man is gon' die
All hope is lost and Fam-Lay's gon' fry
'Cause I did shit the average
Man just won't try
Like what? War against a army with a handgun
I'm Fam-Lay, and when my fucking chance come
I'm running with it, on e'ry song
I'm coming with it
See some of you think you can take from me
Then come and get it
See, I'm from Huntersville
E'ry thang we done is real
My niggas come in here
My niggas come to kill
And I dare y'all to try to diss us
See you in the streets, it
Ain't nothin' to discuss, man
We gon' stomp your ass dead in the ground
Few weeks
Couple bodies with no head'll be found
(Nigga)
Cut off they wrists and they feet, no prints
(Gangstas) now I'm in the 6
(Gangsta) with the heat, no tints
You see me boy

In Virginia, them guns go "bang bang"
In Virginia, them guns go "bang bang"
In Virginia, them guns go "bang bang"
Niggas, "bang bang", bitches, "bang bang"
In Virginia, them guns go "bang bang"
In Virginia, them guns go "bang bang"
In Virginia, them guns go "bang bang"
Niggas, "bang bang", bitches, "bang bang"