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They Forced My Hand
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Cormega
жанры: rap
альбомы: The Realness
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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?
Это интересно:Ребенок улиц. Дилер. Осужденный. Cormega. Рожденный в желудке чудовища по имени Queensbridge, этот лирик-изгой с языками пламени в руках открыл свои глаза, чтобы надуть мир, который в противном случае погубил бы его. На его спокойном голосе отразилась черствость и жестокость жизни, а задумчивая манера исполнения заставляет понять больше, чем было сказано. Кормега, он же Кори МакКой, потерял свое... продолжение
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