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 *****in' 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
