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They Forced My Hand (feat. Tragedy Khadafi)

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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 fraudDenyin' 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 basketThe 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 realSee 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 handSee 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 handYo, 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, yoWatchin' 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 fallWe'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, yoSee 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 handSee 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 handYo, 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 consequencesAnd 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 fuckin' outlawsIf 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 quartersA 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 steezSee 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 handSee 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 handSee 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 handSee 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 handTrials 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?

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