THE CLIPSE - FamLay Freestyle lyrics

Verse 1:

It ain't, nothin' ya'll can teach me

I been locked up, mo' times, than Sweet Pea

See I'm from **Norfolk**, here's a coffin, if ya' sleepy

turn your children, into orphans, tryin' to sneak me

or tryna' creep me, the realest shit, I ever spoke

so, I'm a spit it, when I finish, I'm a slit my throat

this shit is like, 211 mixed wit' coke

leave ya' spinnin' like, dem tennis balls, in yo' spoke

(nigga)

dark secrets, man I won't lie, they came to the light

a man is gon' die (nigga)

all hope is lost, and family's, gone cry (yeah)

cause i did shit, the average man, just won't try

Like, (What?), war against a army, wit' handgun (huh, huh)

I'm Famlay, (yeah), and when my fuckin' chance come

I'm runnin wit' it, on ear'y song, I'm comin' wit' it

see something, you think you can take from me

then come and get it

see I'm from Huntersville, ear'thang we done is real (yeah)

my niggas come in here, my niggas come to kill (yeah)

and I dare ya'll, to try to diss' us (dare ya'll)

see you in the streets, it ain't nothin' to discuss

Man!...we gon' stomp yo ass, dead in tha' ground

few weeks, a couple bodies, wit' no head'll, be found

(nigga)

cut off they wrists, and they feet (gangsta's), no prints

(that's

it)

(gangsta's), now I'm in that 6, wit' the heat, no tints

you see me boy!

Chorus: (Pharrell Williams)

In Virginia, dem' guns go, bang bang!

In Virginia, dem' guns go, bang bang!

In Virginia, dem' guns go, bang bang!

niggas, bang bang, bitches, bang bang!

In Virginia, dem' guns go, bang bang!

In Virginia, dem' guns go, bang bang!

In Virginia, dem' guns go, bang bang!

niggas, bang bang, bitches, bang bang!

(beat keeps on, till' end)