They Forced My Hand Lyrics - Cormega

[Cormega and Tragedy - intro] 

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? 

[Cormega] 

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 

B-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 

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[Chorus x2 - Tragedy Khadafi] 

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 

[Tragedy Khadafi] 

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 

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[Chorus x2] 

[Cormega] 

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 C-74 

More than boys we were f**kin' outlaws 

[Tragedy Khadafi] 

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 - f**kin' 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 

[Chorus x4] 

(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?