[Verse: Fam-Lay]

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 sleepy

Turn ya 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 211 mixed with coke

Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke, nigga

Dark secrets, man, I won't lie

They came to the light, a man is gon' die

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 a army with a handgun

I'm Fam-Lay, and when my fucking chance come

I'm running with it, on e'ry song, I'm coming with it

See some of 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' to discuss, man

We gon' stomp your ass dead in the ground

Few weeks, couple bodies with no head'll be found (Nigga)

Cut off they wrists and they feet, no prints (Gangstas)

Now I'm in the 6 (Gangsta) with the heat, no tints, you see me boy

[Outro: Pharrell]

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"