Forte' - Spoken Words]



Recently, I was compelled to tell the tale of two men

Not long ago, in a club in the dead of winter

They'd come into conflict, over mistaken identities

Brought forth, by the pursuit of a woman

She ultimately became the scapegoat for an ego-maniacal environment

There are two sides to every coin, as well as every story

Balance, is a way of life...Be it for better, or worse....



[Forte' - Chorus]



Right, Left

North, South

Two sides balance out

Black, White

Either or

God Is Love, God Is War



Right, Left

North, South

Two sides balance out

Black,White

Either or

God Is Love, God Is War!



[Forte' - 1st Verse]



In peace, live by the sword

God Is love, God Is War

Most cats out on the streets don't know what they're fighting for

Buckwild, despite the law

And nobody like to run

Hit holders with shoulder chips up in the club

Yo, that's the wrong man money

and you rubbed his bitch

And that man make money, have you seen his clique?

Every member flying iron and their knights with it

You feeling pressure, like a black where only whites can sit

Well you ain't want a situation , but you've got one here...

You don't want to see the bin, you've been out on year...

How you trying to play it off up in this club if you dare to

You walk beside the mix, and your mens ain't near you

You want to holler names, knowing well that they won't hear you

And this nigga here really got to learn to fear you

You're feeling your conceal knowing that you've got to tear through

In their room,

holding onto life like an heirloom!



[Forte' - Chorus 2x]



[Forte' - 2nd Verse]



Hey yo my back is on the wall

And I pray that god bless you

I'm running out of patience, and you're blatant disrespectful

My crew never played, we was babies getting paid

Spots locked from Coney Island to the Brooklyn Promenade

Took lives and stealing I.V.'s, very few niggas like me

The Devil in your midst, and what you don't know could hurt you

My squad terrorize everything outside their circle

Shit! These mens are worse, and they all is thirst

But it's more than just the woman, my respect comes first

Man I, burst buffoons when I curse with coons

If you survive, may your Mother come and nurse your wounds

Only to, catch it again

Rule one, no friends

This club shit'll make you careless

My burners leave you airless (Yeah)

Seconds away from your last day (from your last day, seconds away

everyday, all day)



[Forte' Chorus - 2x]



[Forte' - 3rd Verse]



Well, like my pops said, "you play, you gotta pay"(True-true)

I dig your sham, but my man's on the real (But who you?)

My sons put me on, and I heard of the name

But you got 1 second left, out of 5 for fame

Though outnumbered, I want it

You the hunter, getting hunted

By a younger predator, if you want it

And son if it come down to the wire, and my mens ain't 'round

we gonna do what we gotta, 'cause I can't back down

It's too late now, expect you, when your man through

A little verbal attitude, and I found that rude

Now what to do? I know your crew, and each one got stripes

But I'm young see, and one thing you not -- Hungry!

It's either or, in the game from the door

Lets see who'll be the first to find the floor! (That all!)



[Forte' Chorus - 4x