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They Forced My Hand Cormega to payI'm just trying to be a man in this poison landForgive me, Father, they forced my handSee the good Lord giveth and he taketh awayBut niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to payI'm just Monster's Ball Cormega of mine, I have 'em Missin' they lives, reminiscin' in hell Fell victim to my nine, niggas persecute me My enemies thirst to shoot me, but fear retalition From burst them toolies, even my birth confuse Redemption Cormega Thinkin of a masterplan me and my man hand to hand on the grind since a half a gram Understand even then you couldn't pass me hand was on the land all geared up and Dapper Dan Around the year of them classic Make It Clear Cormega that I cease I think of my peeps either in the grave or the pen Or on the block pushing that rock like Payton to Kemp I gave you a glimpse of the way we exist my book of life So full of anguish pages The True Meaning Cormega trouble, it was my first carrier The only life I knew, there's no regrets or fears Yo son I reminisce this ghetto life and shed a tear For my niggas who walkin' up heaven stairs I met men in penitentiaries True Meaning Cormega It was my first career The only life I knew, there's no regrets or fears Yo son, I reminisce this ghetto life and shed a tear For my niggas who walkin' up heaven stairs I met men in penitentiaries Who Take These Jewels Cormega CormegaEverybody who shake your hand Ain't your man Its real, if you sleep you better wake up man Don't be a fool, learn the rules Put your faith in your hands Or be stunned when you see your son Hanging American Beauty Cormega CormegaYo, its night time I can't sleep My pens beggin' me to write rhymes Cory's a felony despite time I erase the urge on the tip of my tongue I taste the words a story is born, my glorious song Hip One Purpose Cormega My moms put me on this earth for one purpose to rep I love life too much to keep flirting with death I swallow my pride I no longer thirst success The things we can't change we must learn to accept They Dirty Game Cormega YeahKnow what I'm sayin' Premo'Tell these niggas about my life know what I meanIt's been a crazy, crazy journey for me, know what I meanI spend my days in a steel cageWhere brothers feel rageAnd get real Dramatic Entrance Cormega I feel I'm too real Dough or die, either way I do deals I'm gifted, my only fear is death or prison What other lyricist conveys such sincereness? Rapture Cormega I pull the pin out I'm Deadly when I pull the pin out Enter my realm they callin me a savior, of hip hop Same time niggas who get knocked and callin me for paper The cycle is never ending like my pen Beautiful Mind Cormega H Im sick of gossipping bithces and niggaz who gossip like bitches claimin they live but if you pop em they snitchin some watch from the building and gain knowledge of dealers knowin they lack the Respect Me Cormega it to you If your nigga ain't faithful, then fuck him too I don't trust to many niggas, just roll with a few East New York, flooded with Bloods I took care of responsibilities before I turned to Dove They Personified Cormega CormegaI'm filled with optimism as I write a composition That might ease the hunger pains that'll keep me out of prison Some claim they use to hustle in they verses I'm cursed with a past addiction, of Cormega Freestyle Tony Touch featuring Cormega [Cormega] What up son? Let It Go Cormega Like an inmate, waiting to see the parole board (Oh) Pick up your hammer, wave your bandanna Rep your crew, or get turned into a fucking vegetable It's MO (P nigga), it's MO (P nigga) Reppin' N-why-see, Cormega Deep Blue Sea Cormega girl bad as Kelis is, momma ring, is spread The fire increases, please believe it, talent's reachin' Coast to continent, you will find none greater Hannibal the 8th, they call me a traitor Cuz I do what The Bond Cormega DonaWord to mother, you my blood, they hate on us Evils try to do you in, but they never could win Anything happen to you, I'm the next to kin Hustle like a Mexican, monumental battles In the shadows of Verbal Graffiti Cormega I'm like a panther in the dark Silent when I strike the paper Like a dagger in your heart When I write I leave a mark I seen the NARCs before they even bark Told son, Leave the block Get that money upstairs Therapy Cormega with the smoothness, move with composure Grab a mic n' set it like I'm wettin' su'n' with my heater MC's get wet cuz they be sweatin my procedure Crimes I design remove stress Like buddah bless in the Coco Butter Cormega direction Check it, you and me is like graffiti on walls You wanna see me, all you had to do was call And I'll be there, like d's if they bake a ki there Yo, ma, I analyze every minute we share You nice Mega Fresh X (Feat. Red Alert, Parrish Smith) Cormega Ok we gonna straighten this shit out right now ok Hey I go by the name of the Kool the DJ Red Alert OK I got a mean lineup I got my man Cormega, Parrish Smith, Grand Puba, KRS One, and the Big Daddy Kane Stay Up Cormega Drivin' spaceships, like the Jetsons, my mic Conseption is deep Like my conseption, my life was tested, numerous times Like Judas, the father's rudest child Only a winner could lose with a smile, refusin Straight Outta Q.B. Cormega CormegaStraight Outta Queensbridge a crazy motherf**ker named Cormega In a Viper chromed out beyond measure I got your girl and, wit' a Sterlin' automatic that'll have your ass twerlin' Niggas know if One Love Cormega Nas: What up with Cormega did you see him are y'all together? What up with Cormega did you see him are y'all together? More Crime Cormega Summertime comin' up Can't breathe without it Bring the Hpnotiq Bring the heam Mix that shit that turn green Now break down the purple It's softly rough Milwaukee Bucks I'm from the place where they grow Unforgiven Cormega CormegaYo, I'm contemplatin' My soul is in a custody fight with God and Satan The rap or crack, I go hard for paper Niggas ain't even as smart as Daja And think they rockin' me to sleep or poppin' me with The Machine Cormega DonaYo, honest living gets no respect Get money on the streets, niggas show your love Fast cars, gold chains, son, doing his thing I'm doing my thing, together we bring That hard street shit, niggas been Love In, Love Out Cormega (Verse 1) When I came home from jail we was brothers Your beef was my beef Remeber that time with Butta on your video set When he was talkin' bout shootin' If you don't pay him, then I got into it Son