FamLay Freestyle – Clipse

FamLay Freestyle Clipse

FamLay Freestyle – Clipse Lyrics

Artist: FamLay Freestyle
Song: Clipse

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 sh#t I ever spoke
So I’ma spit it when I finish, I’ma slit my throat
This sh#t is like 211 mixed wit coke
Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke, n#gg#

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 sh#t the average man just won’t try

Like what? War against an army with a handgun
I’m Fam-Lay, and when my f#cking chance come
I’m running with it, on e’ry song, I’m coming with it
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 n#gg#s come in here, my n#gg#s come to kill
And I dare y’all to try to diss us
See you in the streets, it ain’t nothin’ to discuss

Maaan, we gon’ stomp yo #ss dead in the ground
Few weeks, couple bodies wit no head’ll be found [n#gg#
Cut off ya wrists, and they feet no prints [Gangstas
Now I’m in the 6 [Gangsta] with the heat, no tints, you see me boy

In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
n#gg#s, bang, bang; b#tches, bang, bang

In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
n#gg#s, bang, bang; b#tches, bang, bang
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From the album:
Lord Willin’ [Clean]
Release Year: 2002