Force My Hand lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Uh
Young Jefe, holmes
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Okay, I guess these n*ggas gon' force my hand 'cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
Man, that n*gga 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 n*ggas turned their back on me, but what the f*ck did I expect, me and these n*ggas ain't come up from the sand
They hatin', I wonder why, I don't undеrstand
I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
Thesе n*ggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand?
Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand?

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Look, I'ma say sorry in advance
n*gga know they shouldn't play with me 'cause I'm not one of them
None of these n*ggas, they ain't my friends
They done turned me to the reaper, see your life flash forward in
Yeah, I give them young n*ggas them 10s
Repeat Gang, n*gga, make him spin that block again
Spin that block again, n*gga, spin that block again
Repeat Gang, n*gga, make him spin that block again
That n*gga, he got shot up and he was singin' just like Tems
My brodie got the time and took that sh*t right on the chin
My b*tch, she ride or die, f*cked her right inside her Benz
She done turned me to a cameraman, I'm right behind the leans
I know some n*ggas who I'ma trust, said they'll do that sh*t 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
b*tch ain't came down to borrow no fame, I put my soul in the trenches
And these n*ggas, they playin' these games, so, yeah, they so gotta end
Guess what, some n*ggas who wore my chain, they turned their hoes in the end
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy & No Savage]
Okay, I guess these n*ggas gon' force my hand 'cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
Man, that n*gga 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 n*ggas turned their back on me, but what the f*ck did I expect, me and these n*ggas 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 n*ggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand? (Let's go, Wopo, Jefe)
Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand? (Mob, let's go)

[Verse 2: No Savage]
Let's go, I've been thuggin' it by myself with all these grams (With all these grams)
How the f*ck he think he rich if he only got a hundred bands?
I be holdin' sh*t in like a pad, I be gettin' sh*t 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 n*gga retarded
In the cell I was servin' Suboxone
I was f*ckin' the nurse in the closet (Mob)
I ain't doubting myself, I'ma pop it
n*gga 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 (n*gga)
n*gga told me it's up and he vanished
n*gga playing with me and he panicked
Hit the switch, ain't doin' no jammin'
n*gga touch my nick' and he handless
Force a hand (Yeah), I'ma just start spankin' these n*ggas like I'm goin' crazy (I'm on they neck)
Yeah, thuggin' with me (Yeah), it be so many shots in this b*tch we could go in the Navy
Uh, I used to sit in the buildings (Sell that gas), I used to trap this sh*t out like the '80s (I sell that gas)
I prayed to Allah 'cause He saved me
This sh*t wasn't peaches and gravy
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Okay, I guess these n*ggas gon' force my hand 'cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
Man, that n*gga 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 n*ggas turned their back on me, but what the f*ck did I expect, me and these n*ggas 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 n*ggas gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand?
Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand?