Fan Or Foe Lyrics - Misery Loves Kompany - Tech N9ne

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 

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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 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 

Photos 

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-Raided 

But 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 Hennessey 

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 the picture house 

They be huddled up and I think 

I 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