Clipse — FamLay Freestyle

[Verse: Fam-Lay] 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 wit 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 an 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 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 Maaan, we gon' stomp yo ass dead in the ground Few weeks, couple bodies wit no head'll be found (nigga) Cut off ya wrists, and they feet no prints (Gangstas) Now I'm in the 6 (Gangsta) with the heat, no tints, you see me boy [Outro: Pharrell] 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