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THE CLIPSE lyrics : "Famlay Freestyle"

(feat. FamLay, Pharrell)
[FamLay w/ (Pharrell)]
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 slee-py
Turn ya children into orphans tryna sneak me

Or tryna creep me, the realist %#@! I ever spoke
So I'ma spit it when I finish, I'ma slit my throat
This %#@! is like 2-11 mixed wit !@%!e

Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke, ^!$$%
Dark secrets, man I wont lie
They came to the light a man is gon' die

All hope is lost and FamLay's gon' fry
Cause I did %#@! the average man just wont try
Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun

I'm FamLay, and when my $#&@ing 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 ^!$$%s come in here, my ^!$$%s come to kill
And I dare y'all to try and diss us

See you in the streets it ain't nothing discuss
Maaan, we gon' stomp yo $$# dead in the ground
FEW WEEKS, couple bodies wit no head'll be found, ^!$$%

Cut off ya wrists, and they feet no prints (Gangsta)
Now I'm in the Six, (Gangsta) wit the heat no tints, you see me boy


[Pharrell]
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang

In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
^!$$%s, bang, bang, (*##$es, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang

In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
^!$$%s, bang, bang, (*##$es, bang, bang

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