Famlay Freestyle Lyrics - Lord Willin - Clipse

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 realist shit I ever spoke 

So I'ma spit it when I finish, I'ma slit my throat 

This shit is like 2-11 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 FamLay's gon' fry 

'Cause I did shit the average man just wont try 

Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun 

I'm FamLay and when my fucking chance come 

I'm running wit it, on e'ry song I'm coming wit 

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 and diss us 

See you in the streets it ain't nothing discuss 

Man, 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 

(Gangsta) 

Now I'm in the Six, wit the heat no tints, you see me boy 

(Gangsta) 

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