Lord Willin`

[FamLay & (Pharrell)]<br>It ain`t nothin`` y`all can teach me<br>I been locked up more times than Sweet Pea<br>See I`m from Norfolk here`s a coffin if ya slee-py<br>Turn ya children into orphans tryna sneak me<br>Or tryna creep me, the realist shit I ever spoke<br>So I`ma spit it when I finish, I`ma slit my throat<br>This shit is like 2-11 mixed wit coke<br>Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke, nigga<br>Dark secrets, man I wont lie<br>They came to the light a man is gon` die<br>All hope is lost and FamLay`s gon` fry<br>Cause I did shit the average man just wont try<br>Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun<br>I`m FamLay, and when my fucking chance come<br>I`m running wit it, on e`ry song I`m coming wit<br>See some you think you can take from me, then come and get it<br>See I`m from Huntersville, e`ry thang we done is real<br>My niggas come in here, my niggas come to kill<br>And I dare y`all to try and diss us<br>See you in the streets it ain`t nothing discuss<br>Maaan, we gon` stomp yo ass dead in the ground<br>FEW WEEKS, couple bodies wit no head`ll be found, nigga<br>Cut off ya wrists, and they feet no prints (Gangsta)<br>Now I`m in the Six, (Gangsta) wit the heat no tints, you see me boy<br><br>(Pharrell)<br>In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang<br>In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang<br>In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang<br>Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang<br>In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang<br>In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang<br>In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang<br>Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang