famlay freestyle
Singer:clipse, the
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 slee-py
turn ya children into orphans tryna sneak me
the realist shit i ever spoke
so i'ma spit it when i finish
this shit is like 2-11 mixed wit coke
leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke
they came to the light a man is gon' die
all hope is lost and famlay's gon' fry
cause i did shit the average man just wont try
war against an army wit a hand gun
and when my fucking chance come
on e'ry song i'm coming wit
see some you think you can take from me
see i'm from huntersville
e'ry thang we done is real
and i dare y'all to try and diss us
see you in the streets it ain't nothing discuss
we gon' stomp yo ass dead in the ground
couple bodies wit no head'll be found