URLtv, Brooklyn Hanz, Tru Foe - Brooklyn Hanz vs. Tru Foe lyrics

I say what's up nigga?
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
Niggas 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 kill 'em early see I heard he
Used to have a problem with Calicoe
Let's see if the nigga wit' it now
Cause Toranio, done grew up nigga
Meet the 50 cal' shit 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 shit 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 niggas
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 niggas for pistols
You know how much fuckin' 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- shit he gon' have to earn
(urn) it that nigga 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 nigga to fuck wit'
This ya man? When it's drama this
The nigga y'all go and get?
I'll spill his beans, now which hand
(Hanz) you roll up wit'? Fuck this
Gun spit, oh these niggas 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
Niggas die for the way they twistin' they hat
You Brim, right? Niggas wouldn't survive in
The murder cap'
He say "cylinder on a six shooter
Sound like a hog sneezin'"
We all heathens, fuck demons
Learned to keep it street when
We go on them missions
And gun bars? Get hard when
You actually shot niggas
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, shit, 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 shit 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 niggas move
All the Kappas hate it

I fucked up on my last performance
Cause, I wasn't fully prepared
Shout out G lowe
Beyond say (Beyoncé) 'Ego' what was spared
Unmotivated two open cases I couldn't bare
To think of bars
'til a judge disregard me and the chair
I beat the odds random meetings wit' God
Was banned from churches, consecration
To a new congregation it made them nervous
I seek forgiveness
But for gettin' hit different when
It's done on purpose
Now I'm sacrificin' lamb in person
Count ya blessings king my
Body armor, to investment teams
The metallic
From the Horton Andy classic cause
Human eatin' flesh disease
If I shot you, Survivor
Series wasn't optional
If they had histamines
Cause from one round, point blank range
That muscular disc it free (dystrophy)
You playin' wit' me nigga
This lil' nigga? Wit' the complex?
I could've got you booked on corner
Had both of ya arms stretched
My arms stretched, that corner book
It got the calm 'plexed
Head tap, catch ya body, now you the arm rest
Little nigga
Up here drawin' all this attention
You saw the Brizz and Mook and
T Top falling like he Olympus pun intended
Homeboy in the orange seemed more Invictus
I'm morgues for
(Morgan) free men (Freemen)
But the end of that short shank
(Shawshank) was redemptive if that was us
I'm duct tapin' my whole hand to the scissors
And hit ya abdomen and get
Stuck in ya vest 'til
(vessel) until ya appendix i'm so adamant
It's drug to ya heart like bitches
Pulled out, pause, and stab holes in ya head
Like you won't admit it
What kind of comp' you binding (concubine)?
Smack, Beasley, Chico
No literally, Smack, Beasley
Chico in the wrong environment
To have Tru Fo around true family
This shit feel like a forced entitlement
I was cool wit' Norbes
It was you that that Patriot sight of him
Antonio Brown
Wouldn't have shared that 9 mil'
If I fired it
When it's war time, my niggas respond like 50
Respond like Cam' they respond with a 50
This long and the clip hold about 60
When it pop it look like I'm
Throwin' gloves at a chimney not no more
Prints and all, Hakeem to the semi
Automatic, catch his earth off guard
(god) like a demi where dem puss all?
Throw upon da yard wit' a kitty
Throwin' Frisbees up on the dog?
Gun cocks And throw the dog at the Frisbee!
You gotta be stupid comradery nuisance
I'm aware of Foe his poverty sprucing
Mentally movin', ain't nowhere to go
Psychology student
And act as influence, you can tear his mold
I fuck wit' ya music, ya jewelry is useless
I wanna hear ya bones nigga round one man

I say this Survivor Series
Foe got somethin' to prove
Guess what I'ma do here
Give him rope to hang hisself, he
(k) not that good
Let's tie up some loose ends
The ink? Like blood spillin'
They say, "Be careful cause dude Brim"
Yeah, that's exactly why I wrote this
Round wit' a blue pen tune in
You know Twizz? Respect the shooter
The cannon (Canon) got a camera view
I catch his death through a new lens
They say the Goons here, don't matter
Steppers is too and we love them gun sounds
But it's not a BAOW it's a BOOM
Shit'll cloud out the room
A dead eye when his Glock
Liftin', I'm not twitchin'
Here's where the plot thickens gun bars
Hit hard when you actually shot nig-
I'ma make him famous
It's crazy how I hear the mark
Even though the pistol is stainless
With precision I'm aimin'
Whole block can get painted
If say he hungry I, fed him shells
The weapon from outta this
World he alien nated
12 gauge, fuck that, I need the Uz'
Bullets long as the index
Knock out more than a piece of you
Here to shoot, turn hands
(Hanz) into finger food creepin' through
Wave five, then hands
(Hanz) face the weapon speak to you
New Midwest
I'm the nigga that gotta lead the troops
So I shake hands (Hanz) like a friend
But I'm a Foe when I greet the dude
I told and them
I would kill a Brooklyn nigga
Hit We Go Hard you wanna see the proof
That was a clean body
Imagine what I'ma do to dude
You? Gotta lie in the dirt
Cause now the nigga know it's true
Y'all know how bosses move?
I send a shorty to do the mission
Tell 'em "Don't come back until
You make him a victim" shorty drew
Made a trace of hands
(Hanz) , that's a kindergarten picture
I really got a temper
That's why I move at my own pace
On that solid for that money you
Get cut wit' a damn blade
Listen nigga, that was Rock, Paper, Scissors
I ain't playin' no hand (Han) games
He say, "I'm on the hunt for justice
Cause, I don't like how Justin did my
Man when he got out the can
And somebody gotta answer for it"
So now that Math problem on hands (Hanz)
I'm willin' to risk it all we can brawl
Camouflage, I'm fit for war
Shotgun, 12, pat him down, hands
(Hanz) on the wall
We really thugs, got it out the mud
I done caught and thrown a couple slugs
It's evident that the evidence is something
They won't get from us
Ain't no prints on this pistol bruh
Cause they a nigga that'll
Claim they got hands
(Hanz) until you get the glove
We can run the one's
They gave you G lowe then Tru Foe
Like I ain't a fuckin' problem
See I ain't that last nigga you battled
With that fake persona i'm really ridin'
So I ain't gon' stand here and
Look goofy while you fuckin' bombin'
Glock 9, before I let live in shame
I'ma die wit' honor 16 in this bitch
You spit an R kelly bar
I won't listen to shit you gotta say
Cause 6ix9ine proved
You Brooklyn niggas the only one
Wit' that 12 Play shotgun
Random, my grandma a Diana Ross fan
She played this record the other day
Had me feelin' if I kill him they won't
Miss him cause he's a fuckin' disgrace
So you 'Reach Out And Touch Somebody Hands'
(Hanz) , I'm makin' the world a better place

I feed off energy
And there's something that riddled
Me about ya chakra i get a strong sense
Of sniffsI don't knowfear
At most, in the status of it an imposter
You not a Chicago killer nah nigga
You don't even got the apparatus of a mobster
I got an Al Kapone cig' from an old nigga
That said he ran down on Sinatra
That was 11 years ago
Attaching the caliber to the cartridge
Fuck a board game
Every roll of the die that piece had parts in
I'll light up ya family tree nigga
For any opportunity to split a partridge
True rendition, I'll cancel Christmas Foe
You see what Ebenezer started?
Let's not be martyrs
Chicago ain't no different than New York
Besides the gun laws
Cause y'all purchased the weapons
From convenient stores with just an ID
And a 30 minute wait for a police report
And now y'all IT's
Teachin' the niggas you scared of
That might go soft (Microsoft)
Y'all fuckin' suckas
I'll kill all that ruckus
Come to my Boondock when Dirty Harry run out
Of bullets we keep the saloon locked
My Dukes a Hazard
Elephant stature, I'm on that Ong Bak
Scrapin' my knuckle on sir face
(surface) , I wanna see his moon rock
You smokin' dope?
Promotin' jokes? Or is it just this
(Justice) League?
We could've done this shit in Wrigley Field
Bared (bear-ed) arms until your Cubs had to leave
It hit the bottom of the 8th
Willson Contreras at the plate
Fuck I need to reiterate that theme?
That's the 40 tryin' to take four
(Foe) home for his first three swings
I'm out for blood, sport
(Bloodsport) , fuck cuz thought
Take my advice (Vice) Lord, you food
To the ones bred (bread) for it
You ain't 'bout that life Claude
So stop, wit' the gang allegations
Cause unlike ya type fraud
I really left stains on the cement
Customize my white fours
You ain't like that Tru Foe
You ever get three lines with the 5-7?
Fuck the haiku Tru Foe, I'm a psycho Tru Foe
Get me a one way ticket to Hell
And I might go Tru Foe
But despite that truth (Tru) Foe
I've never been bitched by a nigga
Yo' size or Manute Bol's
You check my Facebook group post
Nigga I tag more kids than
A Chinese soup bowl
My shit is like that Tru Foe
I was literally supposed to box
Hence the word sense the nerve
Your cheek will be on this ox you a bird
I'll reangle your beak to keep all your snot
Keep feedin' you worms off the bodies
Of homies you left to rot this shit a absurd
MLK was deterred from bein' violent
Malcolm X, "The price of freedom is death"
What's in ya wallet? Google Play
Souljah Boy and Onyx, Nastradamus
Big Draco, with a few bald heads
I ain't kickin' knowledge let Tru Foe trip
Ahh nah
I'ma wait 'til the second round for this shit
Nah, it's the second round I'ma
Wait for the 3rd
Round of that shit to give you both mob

I say, this was a four year grind
Some shit I did in battle
Rap y'all prolly wouldn't believe
Rappin' on this Smack stage
Shit was really a dream
It was ten years ago this nigga was
Supposed to have been in the league
But y'all got him up here battlin' me
Like I ain't a beast
Now I ain't sayin' he can't rap or
Ain't got the heart to compete
But who in this town really believe Bill
Russell can still bang wit' Embiid
New Midwest, I'm here to put on for the team
See personally
That's how you know Smack and Beas'
So you take an L
P can just pull a few strings
That ain't the case for me
New niggas come a dime a
Dozen and I gotta eat
So P he'll never appreciate this
Opportunity as much as me tuck a piece
I told Foe and them
He gotta die soon as I see you
Somehow, if he survive
They won't believe you
Cause for me, leavin' the op' alive
Just don't seem true (Tru)
I had to eat food with five star elite dudes
They taught me the street rules
First time I seen a nigga die
The shit made me sick
One of the folks got caught lackin' we
Gave him everything in the clip
I was ridin' wit' some Lords and Foe's
They not atheists i can't play wit' this
Opportunity to be somethin' went to church
Told me if I ain't study a
Proverb I wouldn't be nothin'
All cause I seen and heard the evil
But wouldn't speak on it
I'm willin' to put my life on the line
When the streets callin', when we huntin'
Just know, we had a plot for the mission
Niggas slide up that one way
Cut him off at the entrance
Try to play that back block
Run in the alley and clip him
Get caught in that gang wave
Spin the block and finished
So y'all can tell Kid Chaos
That's how you scheme on niggas
We tote blickers
Catch me tuckin' a chrome heater
It's gun in hand
(Han) , his life on the line
I'm a palm reader
The weapon, hand crafted, scratched it
Serial, off the fo' fo', i'ma dog breeder
Or buck 50
These New York niggas always tryin'
To get to a cut, i think that shit is dumb
A Chicago rap about a buck 50
The gun had a drum
URL, class in session, I learned my lesson
Nigga like him? Couldn't teach me shit
Now we gotta throw hands
(Hanz) , after school, 3PM
P asked me was I ready i told him
"I'm so wit' it no
Permission i'm not repenting"
But ask forgiveness per mission (permission)
Do God listen? I'm not religious
So His hands (Hanz) I gotta lay on 'em
Get out of body, we puttin' hands
(Hanz) together
Watch how we pray (prey) on him 8 drawn
Nah, I ain't forget it, but I figured
Why ask forgiveness if I meant it
Slide wit' members, Glock'll hit him
Now Hanz (hands) on his knees
I guess the nigga tired of livin'
Y'all just seem heathen
But don't none of these bleed different
So his life like Dot Mobb chain
I wasn't 'pose to leave wit' it
We did it, left the scene vicious
In deep trenches
Pistols strike like lightening
He ain't even start to panic when
He seen he was dyin'
It wasn't 'til mid life he realized
He was havin' a crisis
And the bars cold, North Pole when I spit
Niggas get the chills and they call me
"Tru" cause everything I spit is real mob

I was walkin' home from parole and
Got a call from Chamberz i said, "Hello"
He said
"Ayoyou bet' not go to Maryland playin"
I said, "How" he said
"Nigga how?! You tryin' to
Take another vacation?"
Math text me, "Don't be stupid Hanz
Just go get ya paper"
I laughed, put Remington's in my flask
Cause that's how I drink, am I that bad?
Grab my gun by that ass
My shit don't stink, nigga Tru Foe dead!
Caught a pain in my head
I don't even get no sleep if
I die nigga, before I wake
These are yours to keep baowbaow baow
And the Walther PPK didn't make that sound
Nor did the nigga that popped Foe
Shit, I would've killed you
To make mine's proud
I'm only here to see Tay Roc
Cause Math and Chamberz know I don't
Fuck wit' them Dot Mob clowns
But they figured, brother to hold down
I'm not gonna deny that cause these
Are the perks of a vigilante
If NYB stood for "Niggas Yell when they
Bleed" I'll make Tru Foe family
New toy odor (Toyota) , linger over the motor
I'll mark this Camry, now your clique at risk
For your funeral service, you should've
Thought about plan B, you a bitch
And I'm callin' you pussy and don't know you
Insane, I sat in asylumand got social
Saint Lucia, registered Ruger
It's bi-cultural superbad aim
I'm this close to Foe, cool (Fogell) hanz
180 grams, more like 90 extras
My payday fees don't indulge in session
My incentives for the DC?
37, that's a healthcare reform
Through lethal injection
My warrior mentality on Epinephrine
I post data salary and find a preference
October 27th or November 2nd?
I get my shot above ya brim
That's just Tommy Sheppard
Big man, my perimeter can't be budged
All ten toes
You can see my calluses in the mud
They call me Brooklyn Hanz
Only the district attorney can call me Doug
That broke his hand
Tryin' to knock out a c note
When it was numb nigga ayo round over man