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Clipse - FamLay Freestyle - текст песни, видео

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Clipse - FamLay Freestyle - текст песни, видео

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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 fuckin' 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), no prints 
(that's
                    it)
                    (gangsta's), now I'm in that 6, wit' the heat, no tints
                    you see me boy!

                    Chorus: (Pharrell Williams)
                    In Virginia, dem' guns go, bang bang!
                    In Virginia, dem' guns go, bang bang!
                    In Virginia, dem' guns go, bang bang!
                    niggas, bang bang, bitches, bang bang!
                    In Virginia, dem' guns go, bang bang!
                    In Virginia, dem' guns go, bang bang!
                    In Virginia, dem' guns go, bang bang!
                    niggas, bang bang, bitches, bang bang!

                    (beat keeps on, till' end)
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