FamLay Freestyle
Title | FamLay Freestyle |
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Artist | Clipse |
Album | Lord Willin’ |
Release Date | 2002-08-20 |
Description | Nope. No Malice or Pusha verses here, instead we are blessed with a single verse freestyle from Famlay who gets his chance to shine on the coke-rapping duo’s notable debut. |
Lyrics | [Verse: Fam-Lay] 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 realest shit I ever spoke So I'ma spit it, when I finish, I'ma slit my throat This shit is like 211 mixed with 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 Fam-Lay's gon' fry 'Cause I did shit the average man just won't try Like what? War against a army with a handgun I'm Fam-Lay, and when my fucking chance come I'm running with it, on e'ry song, I'm coming with it See some of 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 to diss us See you in the streets, it ain't nothin' to discuss, man We gon' stomp your ass dead in the ground Few weeks, couple bodies with no head'll be found (Nigga) Cut off they wrists and they feet, no prints (Gangstas) Now I'm in the 6 (Gangsta) with the heat, no tints, you see me boy You might also like[Outro: 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", bitches, "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", bitches, "bang-bang" |