[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
[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"
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