*featuring FamLay, Pharrell
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[FamLay w/ (Pharrell)]
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It ain't nothin'' y'all can teach me
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I been locked up more times than Sweet Pea
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See I'm from Norfolk here's a coffin if ya slee-py
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Turn ya children into orphans tryna sneak me
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Or tryna creep me, the realist shit I ever spoke
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So I'ma spit it when I finish, I'ma slit my throat
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This shit is like 2-11 mixed wit coke
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Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke, nigga
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Dark secrets, man I wont lie
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They came to the light a man is gon' die
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All hope is lost and FamLay's gon' fry
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Cause I did shit the average man just wont try
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Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun
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I'm FamLay, and when my fucking chance come
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I'm running wit it, on e'ry song I'm coming wit
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See some you think you can take from me, then come and get it
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See I'm from Huntersville, e'ry thang we done is real
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My niggas come in here, my niggas come to kill
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And I dare y'all to try and diss us
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See you in the streets it ain't nothing discuss
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Maaan, we gon' stomp yo ass dead in the ground
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FEW WEEKS, couple bodies wit no head'll be found, nigga
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Cut off ya wrists, and they feet no prints (Gangsta)
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Now I'm in the Six, (Gangsta) wit the heat no tints, you see me boy
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[Pharrell]
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In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
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In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
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In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
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Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang
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In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
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In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
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In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
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Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang
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Famlay Freestyle
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The Clipse |