Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Forced My Hand, artist - Cormega. Album song The Realness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.07.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aura
Song language: English
They Forced My Hand |
| Yo, son it’s real, you know what I’m saying? |
| A man is often condemned or exalted by his words, you know? |
| That’s why we feelin' my niggas going through the struggle |
| QB-Brooklawn |
| Y’all niggas hold on… if you can’t hold on, hang on, you know? |
| Yo, I seen it all, coke rise and kingdoms fall |
| Profits in sneaker boxes, riches hidden between the walls |
| The hood agony |
| I’m one of the few who ever understood Tragedy |
| Batteries not included in my music |
| Or holding up my spinal cord |
| Niggas be lyin' on wax |
| Committing vinyl fraud |
| Denyin' the fact |
| They never slung or fired a gat |
| Mega’s tongue is ghetto, dun |
| Hello |
| Where I’m from is the crime and graffiti |
| And NYPD |
| Broken glass, .44's, open caskets |
| Shorty ballers pop shit when they' rock hits the basket |
| The only life we know |
| I flow so precisely, though |
| My chain got the icy glow |
| Be-Mer Jeep shine with Lorenzos shine brightly, yo |
| Laugh now, cry later, one day I might be broke |
| And tellin' niggas I need coke |
| Shit is real |
| See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away |
| But niggas talk it and don’t live it, then they forced to pay |
| I’m just trying to be a man in this poison land |
| Forgive me, Father — they forced my hand |
| Yo, visualize Mahdi as a shorty Fidel Castro |
| Snotty nose, nappy afro |
| Never realized in due time what I would have, though, yo |
| Before I spit at a ho I used to bag up blow |
| Little bastard — rockin' Pumas under two-tones |
| As we roam from the streets to the group home, yo |
| Watchin' mob flicks, clappin' at imaginary targets |
| Adolescents up in Spofford, facing hardship |
| Newborns grew up on Anita Baker songs |
| In the 'hood, wonderin' why the police hate us all |
| Up late nights waiting for the next day to fall |
| We’re up late nights waiting for the next day to fall |
| My stomach hurtin', still searchin' for a way out |
| On an Island where P.C. |
| was a gay house |
| Made my first board, stabbin' niggas on the way out |
| I knew cats who got bagged they' first day out |
| Yo |
| Yo, Trag, we been down for years (word) |
| From rappin' in the 'hood |
| To promising careers |
| It’s all good |
| The rap game is new to me |
| The crack game — true to me (my life) |
| Accept the consequences |
| And the blood money cruelty |
| Yo, remember you and me? |
| Back in the days |
| You had a sheepskin, I had a goose and Pumas in gray |
| (You remember that shit!) |
| We even did the same dorm in see-74 |
| More than boys we were fuckin' outlaws |
| If I could break you out the courtroom, and clap through reporters |
| Kidnap the jurors — and whack all their daughters |
| The Montanas, Al Po’s and Rich Porters |
| Mandela time — get smacked with two quarters |
| A life speed — fuckin' with cracks and weed |
| Yo, I sniffed so much coke, I froze with nosebleeds |
| Jumpin' over snow cliffs without the skis (shit is crazy, yo) |
| Then I saw shit was real, and I switched my steez |
| (outro) |
| Trials and tribulations… you gotta shine… |
| Regardless to what… nah’mean? |
| All of my niggas growin' up strugglin' - word |
| I see y’all out there — live ya life, man, stick your chest out, |
| against all odds, you can handle that shit. |
| If you couldn’t handle it, |
| it wouldn’t fall on you, man — believe that. |
| Nah’mean? |
| Strap your shit up, pa. |
| Keep it moving. |
| Shit ain’t nothin'. |
| We live this, son! |
| Word, that’s what we do |
| nigga. |
| y’all feel that? |