Freestyle-1 (Explicit)
Clipse"Freestyle-1 (Explicit)" is a song by Clipse, released in 2005 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:57 long and contains 39 lines and 295 words.
Lyrics
0:04Feat FamLay
0:07FamLay &
0:10Pharrell
0:14It ain't nothin y'all can teach me
0:17I been locked up more times than Sweet Pea
0:20See I'm from Norfolk here's a coffin if ya slee py
0:23Turn ya children into orphans tryna sneak me
0:27Or tryna creep me the realist s**t I ever spoke
0:34So I'ma spit it when I finish I'ma slit my throat
0:38This s**t is like 2 11 mixed wit coke
0:43Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke n***a
0:50Dark secrets man I won't lie
0:53They came to the light a man is gon' die
0:57All hope is lost and FamLay's gon' fry
1:01Cause I did s**t the average man just won't try
1:09Like what war against an army wit a hand gun
1:12I'm FamLay and when my f**king chance come
1:19I'm running wit it on e'ry song I'm coming wit
1:27See some you think you can take from me then come and get it
1:44See I'm from Huntersville e'ry thang we done is real
1:49My n***as come in here my n***as come to kill
2:00And I dare y'all to try and diss us
2:06See you in the streets it ain't nothing discuss
2:08Maaan we gon' stomp yo a*s dead in the ground
2:12FEW WEEKS couple bodies wit no head'll be found n***a
2:16Cut off ya wrists and they feet no prints
2:19Gangsta
2:19Now I'm in the Six
2:21Gangsta
2:22Wit the heat no tints you see me boy
2:26Pharrell
2:28In Virginia them guns go bang bang
2:33In Virginia them guns go bang bang
2:36In Virginia them guns go bang bang
2:39N***as bang bang b***hes bang bang
2:44In Virginia them guns go bang bang
2:52In Virginia them guns go bang bang
2:54In Virginia them guns go bang bang
2:57N***as bang bang b***hes bang bang
Feat FamLay FamLay & Pharrell 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 Or tryna creep me the realist s**t I ever spoke So I'ma spit it when I finish I'ma slit my throat This s**t is like 2 11 mixed wit coke Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke n***a Dark secrets man I won't lie They came to the light a man is gon' die All hope is lost and FamLay's gon' fry Cause I did s**t the average man just won't try Like what war against an army wit a hand gun I'm FamLay and when my f**king chance come I'm running wit it on e'ry song I'm coming wit 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***as come in here my n***as come to kill And I dare y'all to try and diss us See you in the streets it ain't nothing discuss Maaan we gon' stomp yo a*s dead in the ground FEW WEEKS couple bodies wit no head'll be found n***a Cut off ya wrists and they feet no prints Gangsta Now I'm in the Six Gangsta Wit the heat no tints you see me boy Pharrell In Virginia them guns go bang bang In Virginia them guns go bang bang In Virginia them guns go bang bang N***as bang bang b***hes bang bang In Virginia them guns go bang bang In Virginia them guns go bang bang In Virginia them guns go bang bang N***as bang bang b***hes bang bang
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