Force My Hand
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Uh
Young Jefe, holmes
Yeah, yeah
Okay, I guess these niggas gon' force my hand
'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
Man, that nigga, he ain't my man
Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt
Doin' all that playin'
Hundred bags on the floor
No, I don't even talk like this no more
Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
And these niggas turned their back on me
But what the fuck did I expect?
Me and these niggas ain't come up from the sand
They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand
I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
These niggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand?
Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand?
Look, I'ma say sorry in advance
Nigga know they shouldn't play with me 'cause I'm not one of them
None of these niggas, they ain't my friends
They done turned me to the reaper, see your life flash forward in
Yeah, I give them young niggas them 10s
Repeat Gang, nigga, make him spin that block again
Spin that block again, nigga, spin that block again
Repeat Gang, nigga, make him spin that block again
That nigga, he got shot up, and he was singin' just like Tems
My brodie got the time and took that shit right on the chin
My bitch, she ride or die, fucked her right inside her Benz
She done turned me to a cameraman, I'm right behind the lens
I know some niggas who I'ma trust, said they'll do that shit again
Shout out Juju and Gene, yeah, they just foolin' in the pen'
They told me I was insane 'cause I wanted my whole hood to win
Bitch ain't came down to borrow no fame, I put my soul in the trenches
And these niggas, they playin' these games, so, yeah, they so gotta end
Guess what? Some niggas who wore my chain, they turned their hoes in the end
Okay, I guess these niggas gon' force my hand
'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
Man, that nigga, he ain't my man
Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt
Doin' all that playin'
Hundred bags on the floor
No, I don't even talk like this no more
Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
And these niggas turned their back on me
But what the fuck did I expect?
Me and these niggas ain't come up from the sand
They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand
I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
These niggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand? (Let's go, Wopo, Jefe)
Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand? (Mob, let's go)
Let's go, I've been thuggin' it by myself with all these grams
How the fuck he think he rich if he only got a hundred bands?
I be holdin' shit in like a pad, I be gettin' shit hit with a mag'
You a killer? You're bein' too fast
I'ma catch him and get on his ass
Went to school, but I ain't know how to add
They was thinkin' a nigga retarded
In the cell, I was servin' Suboxone
I was fuckin' the nurse in the closet (Mob)
I ain't doubting myself, I'ma pop it
Nigga speak, I'ma make him a target
Put the stick on his ass if he holler (Brrt, brrt, yeah)
I'ma knock off his arm with the collar (Nigga)
Nigga told me it's up, and he vanished
Nigga playing with me, and he panicked
Hit the switch, ain't doin' no jammin'
Nigga touch my neck, and he handless
Force a hand, I'ma just start spankin' these niggas like I'm goin' crazy
Yeah, thuggin' with me, it be so many shots in this bitch we could go in the Navy
Uh, I used to sit in the buildings (Sell that gas)
I used to trap this shit out like the '80s (I sell that gas)
I prayed to Allah 'cause He saved me
This shit wasn't peaches and gravy
Okay, I guess these niggas gon' force my hand
'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
Man, that nigga, he ain't my man
Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt
Doin' all that playin'
Hundred bags on the floor
No, I don't even talk like this no more
Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
And these niggas turned their back on me
But what the fuck did I expect?
Me and these niggas ain't come up from the sand
They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand
I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
These niggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand?
Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand?
Young Jefe, holmes
Yeah, yeah
Okay, I guess these niggas gon' force my hand
'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
Man, that nigga, he ain't my man
Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt
Doin' all that playin'
Hundred bags on the floor
No, I don't even talk like this no more
Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
And these niggas turned their back on me
But what the fuck did I expect?
Me and these niggas ain't come up from the sand
They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand
I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
These niggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand?
Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand?
Look, I'ma say sorry in advance
Nigga know they shouldn't play with me 'cause I'm not one of them
None of these niggas, they ain't my friends
They done turned me to the reaper, see your life flash forward in
Yeah, I give them young niggas them 10s
Repeat Gang, nigga, make him spin that block again
Spin that block again, nigga, spin that block again
Repeat Gang, nigga, make him spin that block again
That nigga, he got shot up, and he was singin' just like Tems
My brodie got the time and took that shit right on the chin
My bitch, she ride or die, fucked her right inside her Benz
She done turned me to a cameraman, I'm right behind the lens
I know some niggas who I'ma trust, said they'll do that shit again
Shout out Juju and Gene, yeah, they just foolin' in the pen'
They told me I was insane 'cause I wanted my whole hood to win
Bitch ain't came down to borrow no fame, I put my soul in the trenches
And these niggas, they playin' these games, so, yeah, they so gotta end
Guess what? Some niggas who wore my chain, they turned their hoes in the end
Okay, I guess these niggas gon' force my hand
'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
Man, that nigga, he ain't my man
Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt
Doin' all that playin'
Hundred bags on the floor
No, I don't even talk like this no more
Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
And these niggas turned their back on me
But what the fuck did I expect?
Me and these niggas ain't come up from the sand
They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand
I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
These niggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand? (Let's go, Wopo, Jefe)
Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand? (Mob, let's go)
Let's go, I've been thuggin' it by myself with all these grams
How the fuck he think he rich if he only got a hundred bands?
I be holdin' shit in like a pad, I be gettin' shit hit with a mag'
You a killer? You're bein' too fast
I'ma catch him and get on his ass
Went to school, but I ain't know how to add
They was thinkin' a nigga retarded
In the cell, I was servin' Suboxone
I was fuckin' the nurse in the closet (Mob)
I ain't doubting myself, I'ma pop it
Nigga speak, I'ma make him a target
Put the stick on his ass if he holler (Brrt, brrt, yeah)
I'ma knock off his arm with the collar (Nigga)
Nigga told me it's up, and he vanished
Nigga playing with me, and he panicked
Hit the switch, ain't doin' no jammin'
Nigga touch my neck, and he handless
Force a hand, I'ma just start spankin' these niggas like I'm goin' crazy
Yeah, thuggin' with me, it be so many shots in this bitch we could go in the Navy
Uh, I used to sit in the buildings (Sell that gas)
I used to trap this shit out like the '80s (I sell that gas)
I prayed to Allah 'cause He saved me
This shit wasn't peaches and gravy
Okay, I guess these niggas gon' force my hand
'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
Man, that nigga, he ain't my man
Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt
Doin' all that playin'
Hundred bags on the floor
No, I don't even talk like this no more
Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
And these niggas turned their back on me
But what the fuck did I expect?
Me and these niggas ain't come up from the sand
They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand
I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
These niggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand?
Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.18] Uh
[00:07.97] Young Jefe, holmes
[00:12.09] Yeah, yeah
[00:16.41] Okay, I guess these niggas gon' force my hand
[00:19.00] 'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
[00:24.12] Man, that nigga, he ain't my man
[00:25.99] Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt
[00:29.36] Doin' all that playin'
[00:31.12] Hundred bags on the floor
[00:32.63] No, I don't even talk like this no more
[00:34.75] Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
[00:38.10] And these niggas turned their back on me
[00:40.12] But what the fuck did I expect?
[00:41.84] Me and these niggas ain't come up from the sand
[00:45.40] They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand
[00:48.24] I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
[00:51.52] These niggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand?
[00:55.07] Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand?
[00:58.51] Look, I'ma say sorry in advance
[01:01.03] Nigga know they shouldn't play with me 'cause I'm not one of them
[01:06.22] None of these niggas, they ain't my friends
[01:08.23] They done turned me to the reaper, see your life flash forward in
[01:12.41] Yeah, I give them young niggas them 10s
[01:15.54] Repeat Gang, nigga, make him spin that block again
[01:19.08] Spin that block again, nigga, spin that block again
[01:22.30] Repeat Gang, nigga, make him spin that block again
[01:25.88] That nigga, he got shot up, and he was singin' just like Tems
[01:29.18] My brodie got the time and took that shit right on the chin
[01:32.65] My bitch, she ride or die, fucked her right inside her Benz
[01:36.24] She done turned me to a cameraman, I'm right behind the lens
[01:39.49] I know some niggas who I'ma trust, said they'll do that shit again
[01:42.94] Shout out Juju and Gene, yeah, they just foolin' in the pen'
[01:46.81] They told me I was insane 'cause I wanted my whole hood to win
[01:49.89] Bitch ain't came down to borrow no fame, I put my soul in the trenches
[01:53.15] And these niggas, they playin' these games, so, yeah, they so gotta end
[01:56.62] Guess what? Some niggas who wore my chain, they turned their hoes in the end
[02:01.52] Okay, I guess these niggas gon' force my hand
[02:04.14] 'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
[02:09.19] Man, that nigga, he ain't my man
[02:11.04] Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt
[02:14.08] Doin' all that playin'
[02:16.14] Hundred bags on the floor
[02:17.84] No, I don't even talk like this no more
[02:20.00] Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
[02:23.19] And these niggas turned their back on me
[02:25.05] But what the fuck did I expect?
[02:26.74] Me and these niggas ain't come up from the sand
[02:30.42] They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand
[02:33.13] I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
[02:36.46] These niggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand? (Let's go, Wopo, Jefe)
[02:40.35] Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand? (Mob, let's go)
[02:43.65] Let's go, I've been thuggin' it by myself with all these grams
[02:47.20] How the fuck he think he rich if he only got a hundred bands?
[02:50.46] I be holdin' shit in like a pad, I be gettin' shit hit with a mag'
[02:53.70] You a killer? You're bein' too fast
[02:55.59] I'ma catch him and get on his ass
[02:57.36] Went to school, but I ain't know how to add
[02:59.18] They was thinkin' a nigga retarded
[03:01.07] In the cell, I was servin' Suboxone
[03:02.62] I was fuckin' the nurse in the closet (Mob)
[03:04.52] I ain't doubting myself, I'ma pop it
[03:06.07] Nigga speak, I'ma make him a target
[03:07.96] Put the stick on his ass if he holler (Brrt, brrt, yeah)
[03:09.64] I'ma knock off his arm with the collar (Nigga)
[03:11.46] Nigga told me it's up, and he vanished
[03:13.21] Nigga playing with me, and he panicked
[03:14.96] Hit the switch, ain't doin' no jammin'
[03:16.68] Nigga touch my neck, and he handless
[03:18.46] Force a hand, I'ma just start spankin' these niggas like I'm goin' crazy
[03:21.85] Yeah, thuggin' with me, it be so many shots in this bitch we could go in the Navy
[03:25.33] Uh, I used to sit in the buildings (Sell that gas)
[03:26.94] I used to trap this shit out like the '80s (I sell that gas)
[03:28.60] I prayed to Allah 'cause He saved me
[03:30.58] This shit wasn't peaches and gravy
[03:32.64] Okay, I guess these niggas gon' force my hand
[03:35.09] 'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
[03:40.23] Man, that nigga, he ain't my man
[03:42.08] Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt
[03:45.11] Doin' all that playin'
[03:47.26] Hundred bags on the floor
[03:48.95] No, I don't even talk like this no more
[03:50.76] Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
[03:54.22] And these niggas turned their back on me
[03:56.35] But what the fuck did I expect?
[03:57.73] Me and these niggas ain't come up from the sand
[04:01.52] They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand
[04:04.44] I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
[04:07.70] These niggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand?
[04:11.00] Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand?
[04:14.61]
[00:07.97] Young Jefe, holmes
[00:12.09] Yeah, yeah
[00:16.41] Okay, I guess these niggas gon' force my hand
[00:19.00] 'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
[00:24.12] Man, that nigga, he ain't my man
[00:25.99] Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt
[00:29.36] Doin' all that playin'
[00:31.12] Hundred bags on the floor
[00:32.63] No, I don't even talk like this no more
[00:34.75] Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
[00:38.10] And these niggas turned their back on me
[00:40.12] But what the fuck did I expect?
[00:41.84] Me and these niggas ain't come up from the sand
[00:45.40] They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand
[00:48.24] I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
[00:51.52] These niggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand?
[00:55.07] Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand?
[00:58.51] Look, I'ma say sorry in advance
[01:01.03] Nigga know they shouldn't play with me 'cause I'm not one of them
[01:06.22] None of these niggas, they ain't my friends
[01:08.23] They done turned me to the reaper, see your life flash forward in
[01:12.41] Yeah, I give them young niggas them 10s
[01:15.54] Repeat Gang, nigga, make him spin that block again
[01:19.08] Spin that block again, nigga, spin that block again
[01:22.30] Repeat Gang, nigga, make him spin that block again
[01:25.88] That nigga, he got shot up, and he was singin' just like Tems
[01:29.18] My brodie got the time and took that shit right on the chin
[01:32.65] My bitch, she ride or die, fucked her right inside her Benz
[01:36.24] She done turned me to a cameraman, I'm right behind the lens
[01:39.49] I know some niggas who I'ma trust, said they'll do that shit again
[01:42.94] Shout out Juju and Gene, yeah, they just foolin' in the pen'
[01:46.81] They told me I was insane 'cause I wanted my whole hood to win
[01:49.89] Bitch ain't came down to borrow no fame, I put my soul in the trenches
[01:53.15] And these niggas, they playin' these games, so, yeah, they so gotta end
[01:56.62] Guess what? Some niggas who wore my chain, they turned their hoes in the end
[02:01.52] Okay, I guess these niggas gon' force my hand
[02:04.14] 'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
[02:09.19] Man, that nigga, he ain't my man
[02:11.04] Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt
[02:14.08] Doin' all that playin'
[02:16.14] Hundred bags on the floor
[02:17.84] No, I don't even talk like this no more
[02:20.00] Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
[02:23.19] And these niggas turned their back on me
[02:25.05] But what the fuck did I expect?
[02:26.74] Me and these niggas ain't come up from the sand
[02:30.42] They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand
[02:33.13] I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
[02:36.46] These niggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand? (Let's go, Wopo, Jefe)
[02:40.35] Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand? (Mob, let's go)
[02:43.65] Let's go, I've been thuggin' it by myself with all these grams
[02:47.20] How the fuck he think he rich if he only got a hundred bands?
[02:50.46] I be holdin' shit in like a pad, I be gettin' shit hit with a mag'
[02:53.70] You a killer? You're bein' too fast
[02:55.59] I'ma catch him and get on his ass
[02:57.36] Went to school, but I ain't know how to add
[02:59.18] They was thinkin' a nigga retarded
[03:01.07] In the cell, I was servin' Suboxone
[03:02.62] I was fuckin' the nurse in the closet (Mob)
[03:04.52] I ain't doubting myself, I'ma pop it
[03:06.07] Nigga speak, I'ma make him a target
[03:07.96] Put the stick on his ass if he holler (Brrt, brrt, yeah)
[03:09.64] I'ma knock off his arm with the collar (Nigga)
[03:11.46] Nigga told me it's up, and he vanished
[03:13.21] Nigga playing with me, and he panicked
[03:14.96] Hit the switch, ain't doin' no jammin'
[03:16.68] Nigga touch my neck, and he handless
[03:18.46] Force a hand, I'ma just start spankin' these niggas like I'm goin' crazy
[03:21.85] Yeah, thuggin' with me, it be so many shots in this bitch we could go in the Navy
[03:25.33] Uh, I used to sit in the buildings (Sell that gas)
[03:26.94] I used to trap this shit out like the '80s (I sell that gas)
[03:28.60] I prayed to Allah 'cause He saved me
[03:30.58] This shit wasn't peaches and gravy
[03:32.64] Okay, I guess these niggas gon' force my hand
[03:35.09] 'Cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
[03:40.23] Man, that nigga, he ain't my man
[03:42.08] Yeah, his brodie took the stand, and his homie had sent the dirt
[03:45.11] Doin' all that playin'
[03:47.26] Hundred bags on the floor
[03:48.95] No, I don't even talk like this no more
[03:50.76] Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
[03:54.22] And these niggas turned their back on me
[03:56.35] But what the fuck did I expect?
[03:57.73] Me and these niggas ain't come up from the sand
[04:01.52] They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand
[04:04.44] I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
[04:07.70] These niggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand?
[04:11.00] Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand?
[04:14.61]