Tech N9ne Fan or Foe Lyrics:
Back up wait a minute
Why you looking at me like that
Do you really wanna trip or
you flip in the script
Do you wanna rap with a nigga
Or bang is a whoop in a rip
I don't eva want us to come the
bust and shots, nigga misery cant
produce enough cops and a'
Don't know if you wallin' or what?
All you wanna do is free stopping cop
Fan or Foe I don't really know
Off at the show niggas they know
But I look light, was a good
night and I was looking like a
mutha fukka wanna jack all me doe
Come up to me
My kids would be chillin'
Betta think twice I'm a 5-6 villain
All they wanna talk about I did it
When I did it
Man I thought I was gonna get
a bullet in a minute
You Should be care full how you walk upon us
Got a bonus for all the opponents if they want it
I kno they wait for Tecca Ninna moments
Till' the opponent be poppin'
up and hes you don't it
We don't if they be tripin' or not (NO)
Probably cuz all of them live on the block
When you rapping niggas know what you got
Toughest ever, when you up on the top
Show some respect when you approach me
Don't you be mugging me
Might have that drug in me
Plug in a nigga, for nearly shrugging me
Ain't nothing wrong with people peeping, Geeking
Where the man hoe
But the grandma so bama, stama
I don't know if you fan or foe
[Chorus Repeat 2X] We be tripin', we can go
Peeping like hes seeking doe
Want the doe or want to go
I don't know if you fan or foe
I don't know if you fan or foe
I don't know if you fan or foe
Easy, hang and speak and brawl
I don't know if he fan or foe
Now easy how they speak
With broken teeth
That they did, young flow he can dope be choken
So yo' ass and you be walking off with it broken
Run up poor muthafukas in the open
Making them shut up
Woofing with that cold shit
Can't that shinanigans
Thinking you makes it the manikans
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Back up wait a minute why you
looking at me like that
I'm just a nigga with a little
bit of fame but if you get the
tripin' than I'm giving up my game
Never catch me sliping
You can get it out yo brain
Maine Fan or Foe!
Fuck a nigag try to get his hands on my doe
But if you really want come on
Try to get a, you can feed the unpulla
Tuck my hands on your throat
Man I'm a Low
Want a background for sack town
Better watch out from the Blao Blao
BLACK OUT, BLACK OUT, BLACK
OUT, BLACK OUT (braararararaa ttataaaaa)
Stay with my kimers, stepping nockle doodle
Waicking there game on blood goca doodle
Think you gon catch me slip at a show
No factor slick Oh slack, shock a zoolu
Watch me do you
With all that fake shit
You fill with hate trade
Hoping wishing you wre my replacement
Courage so viciouse you gon' have to face it
They try to taste it
Cuz I laced it like a tennis
shoes and I've been a fool
Like Zeepo bitch and X-Raided
But this is a different interview
[Chorus Repeat 2X] Living a bee a bad idea
If it never go home again
Nigga looking at me
Like I'mma chicken dinner
Looking back at niggas
Like a shot of hennessy
So I gotta carry the four
I don't really know though
Cuz they walking past me
Giving me the eye
When they past me they be asking
When you new shit coming out
At tha picture house
They be huddled up and I think I
might pick one out get tha nigga
bigger than me
For tha trigger to see
If he tough enough
Make it what he trying to be
But he ain't bad though
Don't know how to approach a vulture
Get to close how I'm post up
Can't even live in peace
And when I eat with my peeps In the place
You in my face with your mix-tapes
And if I try to listen to it
We get it to it
And fo' all that fue it
Then it's time to do it
Uhhhh...Cuz a nigga from out south out the mouth
Your girl be loving me giving me mouth to mouth (yea)
But it ain't fair that the music
gotta do on what you wanna do
when you ain't there.
And if too softly, softy when
you see me out you betta get out off me
[Chorus Repeat 2X]Lyrics: Fan or Foe, Tech N9ne [end] 