Ambulance

FAM-LAY

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    [Fam-Lay] Uh!

    [Pre-Chorus - Fam-Lay]
    If you hear a shot nigga, think of me!
    Cause if there's a stressin there's no question I'm a
    ride
    Just conceal my gun in D!
    I'll fulfill my requests if you heard that I die
    A thousand niggaz jumping, a thousand niggaz bowing
    Niggaz making money, a thousand niggaz throwing
    Thousand niggaz slanging, a thousand niggaz banging
    Selling that H nigga, selling that caine

    [Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (8x)
    Here come the ambulance! (woo! woo! woo! woo! woo!)

    [Verse - Fam-Lay]
    Uh! Fam-Lay uhh! I bet you heard of me
    But there's some cowards out there who tried to murder
    me
    Now they got em in ICU Surgery
    Cause I burnt their ass up to the 3rd degree
    I got that H, I got that D

    And if you need it homie you can get a pack from me
    Word on the street is that them people after me
    But I'm a scrambler, won't let em capture me
    I got my bag, a case of gin
    Pocket full of, tattoos all in my skin
    We got gold teeth (uh) ducking them police
    On the corner all night getting no sleep
    This how we do, how real is this
    I'm from Shark City, big fish eat little fish
    (Norfolk!)
    This is my hood, and I'm a represent
    I've been riding round wit shotguns ever since

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    [Pre-Chorus]

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    [Verse - Fam-Lay]
    Chicks is braiding hair, fellas out clocking
    Chil'rin everywhere, old folks is out watching
    Gotta be +Train To Go+ in this harsh world
    Full of nothing but hood niggaz and park girls
    We all down to ride, for that homicide
    We prepared to go long as the drama ride
    Run up on your roads, open your suicide door
    Take the umbrella and treat it like a 2 by 4
    We are ignorant, we don't give a shit
    Fuck who started it long as we finish it
    Come up to your club, got a thousand deep
    All the six of us waking you out your sleep
    I don't give a fuck, let the corner pick em up
    From what I did to em, left his corner spitting up
    We could go to war, till the death of me
    If you want beef, WE got the recipe

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    [Verse - Fam-Lay]
    Pharrell put me here, to put these streets on lock
    Now that I'm in here, we can't be stopped (Star
    Trak!)
    I'm a carry it raw, till the day I die
    And keep it street, as days go by
    I'm in erry spot, the rawest clubs
    I'm on erry block, wit all the thugs
    My family locked up, know what this about
    Got enough couzins wit me to get you out

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