Don’t Force My Hand

[Intro: Jackboy]
(What's happening Chi Chi?)
(Spyda Beats)

[Verse 1: Jackboy]
I told my b¡tch I'm having motion, they supposed to hate me
Don't worry 'bout them, they not killers, they just talking crazy
And how these n¡ɡɡαѕ be on my d¡cκ, this ѕh¡t starting to amaze me
They be acting like lil' fμcκ¡ng hoes speaking 'bout the kid daily
I'm taking trips to Dubai just to shop, baby, I'm different
Got so much Dior in my closet, they say that I'm tripping
Got so much blue hundreds on me the b¡tch think that I'm cripping
I had to stop hanging with them n¡ɡɡαѕ, we ain't have the same vision
I can't be wasting time in the 'jects, I'm tryna stack these mills
And how I been shitting on 'em lately, it's like I got a deal
And how I been shitting on them n¡ɡɡαѕ, I know they all pissed
Just when you shoot your shot, lil' n¡ɡɡα, you better not miss

[Interlude: Jackboy]
Ay, boy
Listen, if it ain't safe for me, it ain't safe for nobody out this b¡tch
That's fact, n¡ɡɡα, fμcκ you talking 'bout, n¡ɡɡα? Stop playing with me, man

[Chorus: Jackboy]
Please big brother, don't force my hand or people gonna die
Please big brother, don't force my hand, that's me putting aside my pride
I flew to Haiti, Woo lady say I'm ready for whatever
N¡ɡɡα feeling like a gremlin, b¡tch, I'm feeling just like the devil

[Verse 2: Jackboy]
I'm moving like a rebel, I won't dickride for no clout
I don't like to fμcκ with rappers, them n¡ɡɡαѕ like to run they mouth
I'm a G all by myself, I don't gotta be a hundred deep
I could go anywhere I want, I be damned a n¡ɡɡα do something to me
You got me feeling like we could've been superstars
(For real, my n¡ɡɡα, we really could)
Pulling up in foreign cars (Yeah, for real, for real)
Nah, fμcκ that ѕh¡t, n¡ɡɡα, no, we couldn't
The main n¡ɡɡαѕ that be hating on you be the ones you think that wouldn't
N¡ɡɡαѕ lying to the media talking about me on interviews
I expect that ѕh¡t from them n¡ɡɡαѕ, they ain't got nothing else to do
Ain't nobody catching me slipping, I'm leaving the studio clutching pistols
I keep one in the head, the streets done fucked up a n¡ɡɡα mental
I keep one in the head, the streets done fucked up a n¡ɡɡα mind
I stopped fμcκ¡ng with every n¡ɡɡα that done gave me a fucked up vibe
I told DJ close the back door, don't let none of them n¡ɡɡαѕ in
Long as I got you and my brother, promise I don't need no more new friends
The streets done taught me a lot, no ABC's, just keep FN's
The streets done taught me a lot to the point you can't even trust your kin
Murder on my mind, I pray I never have to kill my dawg
I be ready to stand my ground, n¡ɡɡα know I'm not worried about the law

[Chorus: Jackboy]
Please big brother, don't force my hand or people gonna die
Please big brother, don't force my hand, that's me putting aside my pride
I flew to Haiti, Woo lady say I'm ready for whatever
N¡ɡɡα feeling like a gremlin, b¡tch, I'm feeling just like the devil
Please big brother, don't force my hand or people gonna die
Please big brother, don't force my hand, that's me putting aside my pride
I flew to Haiti, Woo lady say I'm ready for whatever
N¡ɡɡα feeling like a gremlin, b¡tch, I'm feeling just like the devil