Freestyle-1-Clipse

Freestyle-1 - Clipse (feat. FamLay) (FamLay & (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 sh*t I ever spoke So I'ma spit it when I finish, I'ma slit my throat This sh*t is like 2-11 mixed wit coke Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke, ni**a 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 sh*t the average man just wont try Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun I'm FamLay, and when my f**king 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 Maaan, we gon' stomp yo a** dead in the ground FEW WEEKS, couple bodies wit no head'll be found, ni**a 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 Niggas, bang, bang, b**ches, 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, b**ches, bang, bang