Song | Fan or Foe |
Artist | Tech N9ne |
Album | Misery Loves Kompany |
作曲 : Jones, Watson, Yates | |
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 us a whoop in a rip? | |
I don't even want us to come to bustin' up shots | |
Nigga, misery can't produce enough cops and a' | |
Don't know if you whilin' or what? | |
All you wanna do is freestyle in the cut | |
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 itWhen | |
I did itMan, | |
I thought | |
I was gonna get a bullet in a minute | |
You should be careful how you walk upon us | |
Got a bonus for all the opponents if they want it | |
I know they wait for | |
Tecca Ninna moments | |
Till the opponent be poppin' up and hes you don't it | |
We don't if they be trippin' 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 | |
We be trippin', we can go | |
Peeping like he's 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 shenanigans, thinking you makes it the manikins | |
Thinking you silking the lotion | |
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 trippin' than | |
I'm giving up my game | |
Never catch me slipping, you can get it out yo brain | |
Maine fan or foe | |
Fuck a nigga, 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(Braa rara raraa ttata aaaa) | |
Stay with my kimers, stepping nockle doodle | |
Wicking 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 were my replacement | |
Courage so vicious, 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-RaidedBut this is a different interview | |
Living a bee a bad idea, if it never go home again | |
Nigga looking at me like imma chicken dinner | |
Looking back at niggas like a shot of | |
HennesseySo | |
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 the picture house | |
They be huddled up and | |
I thinkI might pick one out get the nigga bigger than me | |
For the 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 | |
Uh, 'cuz a nigga from out south out the mouth | |
Your girl be loving me, giving me mouth to mouth(Yeah) | |
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 better get out off me |
zuò qǔ : Jones, Watson, Yates | |
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 us a whoop in a rip? | |
I don' t even want us to come to bustin' up shots | |
Nigga, misery can' t produce enough cops and a' | |
Don' t know if you whilin' or what? | |
All you wanna do is freestyle in the cut | |
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 56 villain | |
All they wanna talk about, | |
I did itWhen | |
I did itMan, | |
I thought | |
I was gonna get a bullet in a minute | |
You should be careful how you walk upon us | |
Got a bonus for all the opponents if they want it | |
I know they wait for | |
Tecca Ninna moments | |
Till the opponent be poppin' up and hes you don' t it | |
We don' t if they be trippin' 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 | |
We be trippin', we can go | |
Peeping like he' s 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 shenanigans, thinking you makes it the manikins | |
Thinking you silking the lotion | |
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 trippin' than | |
I' m giving up my game | |
Never catch me slipping, you can get it out yo brain | |
Maine fan or foe | |
Fuck a nigga, 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 Braa rara raraa ttata aaaa | |
Stay with my kimers, stepping nockle doodle | |
Wicking 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 were my replacement | |
Courage so vicious, 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 | |
XRaidedBut this is a different interview | |
Living a bee a bad idea, if it never go home again | |
Nigga looking at me like imma chicken dinner | |
Looking back at niggas like a shot of | |
HennesseySo | |
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 the picture house | |
They be huddled up and | |
I thinkI might pick one out get the nigga bigger than me | |
For the 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 mixtapes | |
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 | |
Uh, ' cuz a nigga from out south out the mouth | |
Your girl be loving me, giving me mouth to mouth Yeah | |
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 better get out off me |