Cormega, Tragedy Khadafi - They Forced My Hand lyrics

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-Brook Nam
Y'all niggas hold on
If you can't hold on, hang on, baby

Yo, I seen it all
Coke rise and kingdoms fall
Profit's 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 hit's the basket
The only life we know, I flow so precisely
Yo my chain got the icy glow
Beemer 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 was trying to be a man in this poison land
Forgive me Father, they forced my hand
See the good Lord giveth and He taketh away
But niggas talk it and don't live it
Then they forced to pay
I was 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 hardships
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 the Island where PC was a gatehouse
Made my first board
Stabbin' niggas on the way out
I knew cats who got bagged
They first day out, yo

See the good Lord giveth and He taketh away
But niggas talk it and don't live it
Then they forced to pay
I was trying to be a man in this poison land
Forgive me Father, they forced my hand
See the good Lord giveth and He taketh away
But niggas talk it and don't live it
Then they forced to pay
I was trying to be a man in this poison land
Forgive me Father, they forced my hand

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 fuckin' outlaws

If I could break you out the courtroom
And clap through reporters
Kidnap the jurors and whack
All their daughters
The Montanas, Alpos 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

See the good Lord giveth and He taketh away
But niggas talk it and don't live it
Then they forced to pay
I was trying to be a man in this poison land
Forgive me Father, they forced my hand
See the good Lord giveth and He taketh away
But niggas talk it and don't live it
Then they forced to pay
I was trying to be a man in this poison land
Forgive me Father, they forced my hand
See the good Lord giveth and He taketh away
But niggas talk it and don't live it
Then they forced to pay
I was trying to be a man in this poison land
Forgive me Father, they forced my hand
See the good Lord giveth and He taketh away
But niggas talk it and don't live it
Then they forced to pay
I was trying to be a man in this poison land
Forgive me Father, they forced my hand

Trials and tribulations you gotta shine
Regardless to what knah'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
Knah'mean?
Strap your shit up, pa, keep it movin'
Shit ain't nothin' we live this, son!
Word, that's what we do nigga
Y'all feel that?