"Foe Or Friend" lyrics
KXNG Crooked & Joell Ortiz Lyrics
[KXNG Crooked:]
Classic shit
This that real Long Beach East Side shit
That real Brooklyn shit
We on our fourth infinity stone, hold up
Gonna pop out quick you friend the phone niggas?
Snitches in town, you sitting around a mole nigga
You hitting the ground, hollow tips in the pound
Like a bitch who strip in a gown they spinning around a pole nigga
Send shots at the King I'm on the throne, killer
Give props to Queens who get their own skrilla
I salute the day-jobers wholeheartedly
Cause hoes be grave robbers, oh pardon me gold diggers
Put your hands in the air if you want the encore
Get out of your seat, what you acting like Rosa Parks for
The Art of War author nigga hardcore
These sixteens go to work nigga this Job Corps
I stay ahead of my competition by real margins
Get a bag walk in the booth like I'm still starving
50 Cent for a ramen noodles a real bargain
Used to steal at Target while my brother was in a little apartment
It was raining he cooking ready Rock
Pulling the roof we caught the water in spaghetti pots
Now we let the Chevy hop they know me on every block
Fuck every OP I send them Venom like Eddie Brock
I'm in the room better address your elephant
I've been spitting silly since them Willie Esco Letterman
You niggas ain't got no backbone jello dwelling
In your exoskeleton softer than yellow gelatin
Say hello to the West Coast veteran
In a [?] with a female who got ghetto melanin
And she dressed so elegant
While my dress codes relevant full of retro elements
Talking Jordans the M4s
Walk down on you corny ass flunkies
The industry full of yes-men and horny ass junkies
Y'all made them famous in this rap shit
That's Okaaay because we back bitch
[Joell Ortiz:]
He's friend of foe? yo state your Biz
[?] dough, well there it is
Me? If ain't know who I am by now then you ain't hip-hop bitch
Big block fifth up in the air the day BIG got hit
It's Brooklyn spaceship with the sick cockpit
Only got time to make a pit-stop bitch
So give top quick
I'm running late hour hands glid by six
By the way your wristwatch ticks it's not it
Got on a Rolly Deepsea while I'm deep sea diving
That's oysters near the oyster in the Fiji Island
Moisture on my neck you boys see me shining
No Moissanite on deck that's some BB vibing
Better tuck that cause he be wildin'
Shit I'll turn his parents to BeBe & CeCe Winans
Fuck the game plan
I'm from the old Brooklyn before the gang banging
Brains hanging at every train station
No safe havens they found him on the street
And came off the sheepskin now he count em in his sleep
I ain't living in my past I'm just tryin tell your ass
That my trigger used to blast and you know history repeats
I'm honestly not too fond of the newer [?]
I probably just do Obama with Pradas under the Yankee
Or maybe some crazy fearing God jog cause I'm feeling lazy
My whole closet should be in Navy cause I'm wavy
Coming up in them projects it was hard
Now I fit two project apartments in my garage
And that's without moving my cars
See the hand I was dealt was harsh
But I hit the RiverCard
If you think I'm still grabbing advances
Chance is slimmer than a short flight to Los Angeles
And we just [?] college touring them campuses
Broads pulling all my J's hawking like Kansas is
Just a different kind of art these canvases
Ain't seen tougher painter since sprayin with cans n' shit
If you a friend you a friend
You're my friend's friend you good
You a friend of my foe
You're both gone my friend
Classic shit
This that real Long Beach East Side shit
That real Brooklyn shit
We on our fourth infinity stone, hold up
Gonna pop out quick you friend the phone niggas?
Snitches in town, you sitting around a mole nigga
You hitting the ground, hollow tips in the pound
Like a bitch who strip in a gown they spinning around a pole nigga
Send shots at the King I'm on the throne, killer
Give props to Queens who get their own skrilla
I salute the day-jobers wholeheartedly
Cause hoes be grave robbers, oh pardon me gold diggers
Put your hands in the air if you want the encore
Get out of your seat, what you acting like Rosa Parks for
The Art of War author nigga hardcore
These sixteens go to work nigga this Job Corps
I stay ahead of my competition by real margins
Get a bag walk in the booth like I'm still starving
50 Cent for a ramen noodles a real bargain
Used to steal at Target while my brother was in a little apartment
It was raining he cooking ready Rock
Pulling the roof we caught the water in spaghetti pots
Now we let the Chevy hop they know me on every block
Fuck every OP I send them Venom like Eddie Brock
I'm in the room better address your elephant
I've been spitting silly since them Willie Esco Letterman
You niggas ain't got no backbone jello dwelling
In your exoskeleton softer than yellow gelatin
Say hello to the West Coast veteran
In a [?] with a female who got ghetto melanin
And she dressed so elegant
While my dress codes relevant full of retro elements
Talking Jordans the M4s
Walk down on you corny ass flunkies
The industry full of yes-men and horny ass junkies
Y'all made them famous in this rap shit
That's Okaaay because we back bitch
[Joell Ortiz:]
He's friend of foe? yo state your Biz
[?] dough, well there it is
Me? If ain't know who I am by now then you ain't hip-hop bitch
Big block fifth up in the air the day BIG got hit
It's Brooklyn spaceship with the sick cockpit
Only got time to make a pit-stop bitch
So give top quick
I'm running late hour hands glid by six
By the way your wristwatch ticks it's not it
Got on a Rolly Deepsea while I'm deep sea diving
That's oysters near the oyster in the Fiji Island
Moisture on my neck you boys see me shining
No Moissanite on deck that's some BB vibing
Better tuck that cause he be wildin'
Shit I'll turn his parents to BeBe & CeCe Winans
Fuck the game plan
I'm from the old Brooklyn before the gang banging
Brains hanging at every train station
No safe havens they found him on the street
And came off the sheepskin now he count em in his sleep
I ain't living in my past I'm just tryin tell your ass
That my trigger used to blast and you know history repeats
I'm honestly not too fond of the newer [?]
I probably just do Obama with Pradas under the Yankee
Or maybe some crazy fearing God jog cause I'm feeling lazy
My whole closet should be in Navy cause I'm wavy
Coming up in them projects it was hard
Now I fit two project apartments in my garage
And that's without moving my cars
See the hand I was dealt was harsh
But I hit the RiverCard
If you think I'm still grabbing advances
Chance is slimmer than a short flight to Los Angeles
And we just [?] college touring them campuses
Broads pulling all my J's hawking like Kansas is
Just a different kind of art these canvases
Ain't seen tougher painter since sprayin with cans n' shit
If you a friend you a friend
You're my friend's friend you good
You a friend of my foe
You're both gone my friend
