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 you're sleepy
Turn your 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 2-11 mixed wit coke
Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in your 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 Fam-Lay's gon' fry
'Cause I did shit the average man just won't try
Like what? War against an army with a hand gun (uh-uh, yeah)
I'm Fam-Lay, and when my fuckin' chance come
I'm runnin' wit' it, on e'ry song I'm comin' wit' 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 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' discuss
Man, we gon' stomp your ass dead in the ground
A few weeks, couple bodies with no head'll be found (nigga)
Cut off they wrists, and they feet no prints (gangsta)
Now I'm in the six (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
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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Writer(s): Chad Hugo, Gene Thornton Jr, Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton