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urltv - brooklyn hanz vs tru foe lyrics

[round 1: tru foe]
i say what’s up n-gga?
is we friends or foes?
see i don’t know
but where i’m from all my friends is foes
and i was taught to move wit’ honor
no matter the situation i’ma stick to the code
i done seen the roughest and toughest n-ggas gettin’ jammed and they told
and that poker face, only make they heart seem cold
’til it’s a body found in the river, all cause they showed me hands (hanz) and i didn’t fold
tuck a pole, new midwest, i’m ’bout to k!ll ’em early
see i heard he, used to have a problem with calicoe
let’s see if the n-gga wit’ it now cause toranio, done grew up n-gga, meet the .50 cal’
sh-t gettin’ wild
nyb ridin’ witchu just gonna turn up to danger
i knew the rules to the streets, i can’t leave without puttin’ one in the chamber
with ya crew, i got some core (cor’) issues
cause that sh-t math pulled with heavy only filled me wit’ anger
it made me just, wanna load up a banger
and if i catch one of these n-ggas, i don’t know what i’ma do to the man
had a convo wit’ the lord, helped me come up wit’ a plan
best advice he ever gave, just leave it in god hands (hanz)
you won’t shine today
i pull a weapon, you gon’ die today
no time to waste
the judge? throwin’ the book at n-ggas for pistols
you know how much f-ckin’ time on my waist?
see he ain’t even worthy, i’m finna do him dirty
and this convo gon’ be based on conviction
it’s like the judge and the state’s attorney
attach a .30, hanz fire, this a body
foe gon’ die- sh-t he gon’ have to earn (urn) it
that n-gga shoot at me and miss, his life? he don’t deserve it
didn’t brizz teach you? the cal’ swingin’ if you play wit’ murda (murder)
i’m from the ‘go, y’all chose the wrong n-gga to f-ck wit’
this ya man? when it’s drama this the n-gga y’all go and get?
i’ll spill his beans, now which hand (hanz) you roll up wit’?
f-ck this
gun spit, oh these n-ggas thought i wouldn’t be ready for war
you bet not recycle or use another man’s bar
cause i’m movin’ like the soviet union
get caught stealin’ i’m cuttin’ hands (hanz) off
in chi-raq, n-ggas die for the way they twistin’ they hat
you brim, right? n-ggas wouldn’t survive in the murder cap’
he say “cylinder on a six shooter, sound like a hog sneezin'”
we all heathens, f-ck demons
learned to keep it street when we go on them missions
and gun bars? get hard when you actually shot n-ggas
i ain’t missin’, slain victim
silencer, on the .44 sound like a snake hissin’
bang wit’ him
shot him, then put the .4 up that’s for the gang members
i’m breakin’ him
they say, “the eyes give you a visual into a man’s soul.”
he did b & e
me? never performed the kicked do’
but drive-bys, sh-t, i have shot out a window
switch the tempo
rumors he choked verb, like he had the nerve to violate a grown man
cool
this time, i’m takin’ actin’ in my own hands (hanz)
chrome blast, lucky he ain’t leave wit’ a throat slash or toe tag
to stop the blood flow, think a married couple on a stroll
they gonna have to hold hands (hanz)
i fell in love wit’ them gun sounds
to me, loadin’ the pistol is romance
and it’s real love, none of this sh-t fabricated
most rappers fakin’
thinkin’ they ahead of the game until they decapitated
learned drills at the school of hard knocks, i graduated
so my steppers really make n-ggas move, all the kappas hate it

[round 1: brooklyn hanz]
i f-cked up on my last performance
cause i wasn’t fully prepared
shoutout g. lowe

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