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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Cormega]They Forced My Hand |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
[Cormega and Tragedy - intro] Yo, son it's real, you know what I'm saying? Yo, ÀÌ°Ç ÁøÂ¥¾ß, ¹«½¼ ¸»ÀÎÁö ¾Ë¾Æ? A man is often condemned or exalted by his words, you know? ´©±¸³ª ÀÚ½ÅÀÌ ÇÑ ¸» ¶§¹®¿¡ ºñ³ ¹Þ°Å³ª ³ôÀº À§Ä¡·Î °¡Áö, ¾ËÁö? That's why we feelin' my niggas going through the struggle ±×·¡¼ ¸ðµÎµé Èûµç ÀÏÀ» °Þ°í ÀÖ´Ù°í »ý°¢µÅ QB-Brooklawn Y'all niggas hold on... QB-Brooklawn, ³Ê³×µé Á¶±Ý¸¸ ±â´Ù·Á.. if you can't hold on, hang on, you know? ±â´Ù¸± ¼ö ¾ø´Ù¸é, Âü¾Æ, ¾Ë°Ú¾î? [Cormega] Yo, I seen it all, coke rise and kingdoms fall Yo, ³ ´Ù ºÃ¾î, ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀÇ ¹ø¿µ ±×¸®°í ¿Õ±¹ÀÇ ¸ô¶ôÀ» Profits in sneaker boxes, riches hidden between the walls ¿îµ¿È »óÀÚ¿¡ ¼û°ÜÁø ¹è´ç°ú º® »çÀÌ¿¡ ¼û¾î¹ö¸° ºÎÀÚµé The hood agony I'm one of the few who ever understood Tragedy µµ½ÃÀÇ °í¹Î, ³ Tragedy¸¦ ÀÌÇØÇß´ø ¸î ¾È µÇ´Â À̵é Áß Çϳª Batteries not included in my music ³» À½¾Ç¿¡ ¹èÅ͸®´Â ÇÊ¿äÄ¡ ¾Ê¾Æ Or holding up my spinal cord ¾Æ´Ï µîÀ» °ðÃß ¼¼¿ï Çʿ䵵 ¾øÁö Niggas be lyin' on wax Committing vinyl fraud ¸ðµÎµé À½¹ÝÀ¸·Î »ç±âÁ˸¦ ¹úÀ̰í ÀÖÁö Denyin' the fact They never slung or fired a gat Çö½ÇÀ» ºÎÀÎÇϳ×, ±×µéÀº ±ÇÃÑÀ» ½Îº» °æÇèÀÌ ¾ø¾î Mega's tongue is ghetto, dun Hello MegaÀÇ Çô´Â °ÔÅä¾ß, Ä£±¸, ¾È³ç Where I'm from is the crime and graffiti ³ªÀÇ °íÇâÀº ¹üÁË ±×¸®°í ±×·¡ÇÇÆ¼ And NYPD Broken glass, .44's, open caskets ±×¸®°í NYPD, À¯¸®Á¶°¢µé, 44±¸°æ, ¿·ÁÁø °ü Shorty ballers pop shit when they' rock hits the basket °øÀÌ °ñ´ë¿¡ µé¾î°¡¸é µå¸®ºíÇÏ´ø À̵éÀº Áñ°Å¿ö ÇÒ°Å¾ß The only life we know I flow so precisely, though ÀÌ°Ô ¿ì¸®°¡ ¾Æ´Â À¯ÀÏÇÑ »î, ±×·¡µµ ³» Ç÷οì´Â ÀÚ¼¼ÇØ My chain got the icy glow ³» ¸ñ°ÉÀÌ´Â º¸¼®Ã³·³ ºû³ª B-Mer Jeep shine with Lorenzos shine brightly, yo B-Mer Jeepµµ Lorenzo¿Í ÇÔ²² ¹Ý¦°Å·Á, yo Laugh now, cry later, one day I might be broke Áö±ÝÀº ¿ô°í, ³ªÁß¿¡ ¿ï¾î¶ó, ¾ðÁ¨°¡ ³ªµµ µ·ÀÌ ¶³¾îÁ® And tellin' niggas I need coke Shit is real Ä£±¸µé¿¡°Ô ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀ» ±¸°ÉÇϰÚÁö, ÀÌ°Ç °ÅÁþ¸»ÀÌ ¾Æ³Ä [Chorus x2 - Tragedy Khadafi] See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away ¾Ë´Ù½ÃÇÇ, ÇÏ´À´ÔÀº ¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô ÁÖ¾ú´Ù°¡ ´Ù½Ã °¡Á®°¡½ÃÁö But niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to pay ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¸ðµÎµé ¾ê±â¸¸ Çϰí Çö½ÇÈÇÏÁö ¸øÇϰí, °á±¹ °ªÀ» Ä¡¸£Áö I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land ³ ±×Àú µ¶À¸·Î °¡µæÂù ¶¥ ¼Ó¿¡ »ì¾Æ°¡·Á ÇÏ´Â °Å¾ß Forgive me, Father - they forced my hand ¿ë¼ÇØÁֽñæ, ¾Æ¹öÁö - ±×µéÀÌ ³» ¼ÕÀ» Àâ¾Æ²ø¾ú´Â°É [Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, visualize Mahdi as a shorty Fidel Castro Yo, Mahdi¸¦ ÀÛÀº Fidel Castro·Î »ý°¢ÇغÁ Snotty nose, nappy afro Èê·¯³ª¿Â Ä๰, ¾î¼³Ç ¾ÆÇÁ·Î ¸Ó¸® Never realized in due time what I would have, though, yo Ç㳪, ³ªµµ ³»°¡ ¹«¾ùÀ» °¡Áö°Ô µÉÁö ¾Ë ¼ö ¾ø¾úÁö, yo Before I spit at a ho I used to bag up blow ¿©ÀÚ¿¡°Ô ¸»À» Çϱâ Àü¿¡, ¸ÕÀú ½Î¿òºÎÅÍ °É°ï Çß¾î Little bastard - rockin' Pumas under two-tones ¾î¸° °³Àڽĵé - È·ÁÇÑ ¿Ê¿¡ Puma¸¦ °¡Áö°í As we roam from the streets to the group home, yo ¿ì¸®´Â ÁýÀ¸·Î ¹«¸®Áö¾î¼ µ¹¾Æ°¡·Á°í °Å¸®¸¦ ¶°µ¹°í, yo Watchin' mob flicks, clappin' at imaginary targets ±øÆÐµéÀ» ÁöÄѺÁ, Á¸ÀçÇÏÁöµµ ¾Ê´Â À̵éÀ» ÀâÀ¸·¯´Ù´ÏÁö Adolescents up in Spofford, facing hardship Spofford¿¡¼ ÀÚ¶õ û¼Ò³â, °¡È¤ÇÑ ¿î¸í¿¡ ¸Â¼ Newborns grew up on Anita Baker songs Anita Baker ³ë·¡¸¦ µéÀ¸¸é¼ ÀÚ¶úÁö In the 'hood, wonderin' why the police hate us all µµ½Ã¿¡¼, ¿Ö °æÂûÀº ¿ì¸®¸¦ ¹Ì¿öÇÒ±î ±Ã±ÝÇØÇϰí Up late nights waiting for the next day to fall ¹ã´Ê°Ô, ´ÙÀ½³¯ ¾ÆÄ§ÀÌ ¿À±â¸¦ ±â´Ù¸®°í We're up late nights waiting for the next day to fall ±×·¡ ¿ì¸° ¹ã´Ê°Ô±îÁö, ´ÙÀ½³¯ ¾ÆÄ§ÀÌ ¿À±â¸¦ ±â´Ù·Á My stomach hurtin', still searchin' for a way out ¹è°¡ ¾ÆÆÄ, ¾ÆÁ÷µµ Å»Ãⱸ¸¦ ã°í ÀÖ¾î On an Island where P.C. was a gay house P.C.°¡ °ÔÀÌ Å¬·´À̾ú´ø Island¿¡¼ Made my first board, stabbin' niggas on the way out óÀ½À¸·Î ³ª¸¸ÀÇ ¹è¸¦ ÅÀÁö, ³ª°¡¸é¼ »ç¶÷µéÀ» Âñ·¯ I knew cats who got bagged they' first day out Yo ³»°¡ ¾Æ´Â ³ð Áß¿£ °¨¿Á¿¡¼ ³ª¿ÀÀÚ¸¶ÀÚ Ã¼Æ÷µÈ ³ðµµ ÀÖ¾î [Chorus x2] [Cormega] Yo, Trag, we been down for years(word)From rappin' in the 'hood Yo, Trag, ¿ì¸° ÀÌ°É ¸î ³âµ¿¾È ÇØ¿ÔÁö(¸Â¾Æ) »ì¾Æ°¡¸é¼ ·¦Çϰí To promising careers It's all good Àü¸Á ÁÁÀº Á÷Àå, ±×·±°Å ´Ù ÁÁ¾Æ The rap game is new to me ·¦ °ÔÀÓÀº ³»°Ô »õ·Î¿ö The crack game - true to me(my life) ¸¶¾à °ÔÀÓ - ³»°Ô Áø½ÇÇØ (³ªÀÇ »î) Accept the consequences And the blood money cruelty °á°ú, ±×¸®°í Çǹ¯Àº µ·ÀÇ ÀÜÀÎÇÔÀ» ÀÎÁ¤ÇØ Yo, remember you and me? Back in the days Yo, ³Ê¿Í ³ª ±â¾ïÇØ? ¿¹Àü¿¡ ¸»ÀÌ¾ß You had a sheepskin, I had a goose and Pumas in gray ³Í ¾çÇÇ¿ÜÅõ°¡ ÀÖ¾ú°í, ³ ȸ»ö Puma°¡ ÀÖ¾ú¾î (You remember that shit) (±×°Å ±â¾ïÇϴ±¸³ª) We even did the same dorm in C-74 C-74¿¡¼ ¶È°°Àº ¹æµµ ½èÀÝ¾Æ More than boys we were fuckin' outlaws ±×Àú ¼Ò³âÀÌ ¾Æ´Ñ, ¿ì¸° ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» ¹«¹ýÀÚ¿´¾î [Tragedy Khadafi] If I could break you out the courtroom, and clap through reporters °¡´ÉÇÏ´Ù¸é ³Ê¸¦ ¹ý¿ø¿¡¼ ²ø¾î³»°í, ¸®Æ÷Å͵éÀº ´Ù ¾²·¯¶ß¸®°í Kidnap the jurors - and whack all their daughters ¹è½É¿øµéÀ» ³³Ä¡Çϰí - ±×µéÀÇ µþÀ» ¸ÁÃijõ°Ú¾î The Montanas, Al Po's and Rich Porters Montanas, Al Po's ±×¸®°í Rich Porters Mandela time - get smacked with two quarters Mandela ½Ã°£ - µÎ ÄõÅ͸¦ ¹Þ¾Ò¾úÁö A life speed - fuckin' with cracks and weed »îÀÇ ¼Óµµ - ´ë¸¶ÃÊ¿Í È¯°¢Á¦¸¦ ´Ù·çÁö Yo, I sniffed so much coke, I froze with nosebleeds Yo, ³Ê¹« ¸¹ÀÌ Çß´õ´Ï, ÄÚÇǰ¡ ´Ù ³ª´Â°Å ÀÖÁö Jumpin' over snow cliffs without the skis(shit is crazy, yo) ½ºÅ° ¾øÀÌ ´« ½×ÀÎ ¾ð´öÀ¸·Î ¶Ù¾î°¡ (ÁøÂ¥ ¹ÌÃÆÁö, yo) Then I saw shit was real, and I switched my steez ÀÌ ¸ðµç°Ô Áø½ÇÀ̶ó´Â °É ¾Ë°í, ³» ½ºÅ¸ÀÏÀ» ¹Ù²å¾î [Chorus x4] (outro) Trials and tribulations... you gotta shine... ½ÃÇè°ú °í³.... ³Êµµ ºû³ª¾ßÇØ... regardless to what... nah'mean? ¾î¶² ÀÏÀÌ ÀϾµµ... ¾Ë°Ú¾î? All of my niggas growin' up strugglin' - word ³» Ä£±¸µé ´©±¸³ª Èûµé¾îÇÏ¸é¼ Ä¿°¡ - ¸Â¾Æ I see y'all out there - live ya life, man, stick your chest out, ±×·¡ ¹Û¿¡ ³Ê³×µé º¸¿© - ´Ï »îÀ» »ç´Â°Å¾ß, °¡½¿À» ³»¹Ð°í against all odds, you can handle that shit. ÀûÀº °¡´É¼ºÀ̶óµµ, ³Í ÇØ³¾ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î If you couldn't handle it, it wouldn't fall on you, man - believe that. ¸¸¾à ÇØ³¾ ¼ö ¾ø´Â °ÍÀ̶ó¸é, ³×°Ô ÀϾÁöµµ ¾Ê¾Ò¾î - ³¯ ¹Ï¾î Nah'mean? Strap your shit up, pa. ¾Ë°Ú¾î? ¹°°ÇµéÀ» ì±â¶ó°í, Ä£±¸ Keep it moving. Shit ain't nothin'. We live this, son! °è¼Ó ¿òÁ÷¿©. ÀÌ°Ç ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¾Æ³Ä. ÀÌ°Ç ¿ì¸®ÀÇ »îÀ̶ó°í! Word, that's what we do nigga. Y'all feel that? ±×·¡, ÀÌ°Ô ¿ì¸®°¡ ÇÏ´Â ÀÏÀ̾ß. ´À³¥ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î? |
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