FamLay Freestyle - Clipse, Famlay

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', 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

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