Spunk Bigga - They Forced My Hand lyrics

[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 n***as going through the struggle QB-Brooklawn Y'all n***as hold on... if you can't hold on, hang on, baby [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 n***as 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 gla**, .44's, open caskets Shorty ballers pop sh** when they' rock hits the basket The only life we know I flow so precisely, yo 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' n***as I need coke sh** is real [Hook x2 - Tragedy Khadafi] See the good Lord giveth and He taketh away But n***as 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 ba*tard - 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 P.C. was a gatehouse Made my first board, stabbin' n***as on the way out I knew cats who got bagged they' first day out Yo [Hook 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 sh**!) We even did the same dorm in C-74 More than boys we were f**in' 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, Alpo's and Rich Porters Mandela time - get smacked with two quarters A life speed - f**in' with cracks and weed Yo, I sniffed so much coke, I froze with nosebleeds Jumpin' over snow cliffs without the skis(sh** is crazy, yo) Then I saw sh** was real, and I switched my steez [Hook x4] (outro) Trials and tribulations... you gotta shine... Regardless to what... nah'mean? All of my n***as 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 sh**. If you couldn't handle it, it wouldn't fall on you, man - believe that. Nah'mean? Strap your sh** up, pa. Keep it moving. sh** ain't nothin'. We live this, son! Word, that's what we do n***a. Y'all feel that?