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Fat Joe - The Hidden Hand lyrics
Featuring Terror Squad] [Fat Joe] Yea<b> </b>time to educate the youth (Speak on it God) Cause if we won't<b> </b>then who will? (True) Terror Squad style<b> </b>yo (Speak on it God) Yo<b> </b>I was a wild adolescent<b> </b>blessed with the foul essence Messin around with the wrong crowd<b> </b>I learned my lesson Stressin all the things that I have not I pray to God I get my Uncle out the crack spot I hear mad shots<b> </b>homicide come and play Matlock but never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington The Hidden Hand even planned this man Have me goin hand to hand, killin my own clan But now I understand and see the big picture Fuck cryin about the struggle, I teach you how to get richer [Cuban Link] Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin coppin capsules Rockin tattoos, boppin with ankles locked in shackles Got the cops joggin at you, spittin rounds of clips, they down wit it New clowns'll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit Now it's been written that all men are equal, but then it's legal when they beat us and treat us as if we're different people We go for delf, fuck the cop's health I'd rather drop shelf and let off shots until my Glock melts Cause God dealt us a helpless hand, they made us sell this land so the palest man could build a selfish plan You know we can't trust the government, cause Uncle Sam is smugglin drugs for us to hustle all the stuff for him Even McGruff is in it, gettin a percentage Takin advantage, punishin just blacks and hispanics [Big Punisher] My heart is cold as ice, so I know I'm sheist, Big Pun was the kid that no one liked, my whole life, is one big roll of the dice Payin a price twice as expensive as white kids Destined for Riker's not knowin my existance was priceless IT'S LIKE THIS, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes fightin the nicest in the crisis I slice em in half and make em dash like hyphens, invitin any rapper to Clash With the Titan The writing's like fighting cause rappers be biting like Tyson I'm hypein the crowd, keepin em Loud like my label I'm proud I'm able to lift from the bowels of the ghetto I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family No more wars and renderin tears to insanity So keep the salary and tear the mic, cause I love it There's my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I don't want it [Triple Seis] I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York like Filligan Don't wanna get locked up in the pen again But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin for guns Turnin they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs They authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin heat Four deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my steez Fuck the police, usin "probable cause" to break laws Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war I got somethin for you boys in blue The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you supposed to do? I never let the faggot pull the trig first It won't be no American flag over my hearse What's worse, you know they disperse for bucks So take caution in the streets cause our protection sucks [Armaggedon] This dude, he had the darkest pads Who dressed up in the heart of brash Forever talkin trash How he stacked niggaz to almanac Gunshots to corner four police informants Stood like he modeled the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow performance He raised the pull of grace, a razor blew his face Force calm the ?sere? plus a pack of the ?dunga dun? laced with toothpaste Life ain't to be gambled son, you could get trampled by people that act more like animals than mammals high off enamel That's what his poppa said whose locked for droppin Akmed in the candy store robbery probably to get his veins fed He ain't listen, he became a braindead cocaine head Older Mexicans knew, they killed him eatin ?bagualitos? But hey little kids, don't follow these dopes [Prospect] What? Uh-huh, yea I can dig that They call me Prospect, I just came back from ? Had this track on pause, now I'm back on course It's lost on the Ave, tryin to take my life from the past Get this legal cash, ? without dad Kinda sad how he got dragged down to negativity Only if he had one love, trust for liberty this world would be a better place, get what it takes in a race to racism replace the snake in em Bad ones, want to spend lives and discriminate I'm tryin to keep this positive vibe, and from that I generate to the top, like Puffy won't stop I'm mature now, with one knot, from tryin to get locked And to the shorties on the block, tryin to twist 40 tops Get your act together, do some carpentry with a Black n Decker And stop speedin like a Kawasaki From my life, to your life, I'm touchin everybody Twinz watch me Everything we speak is the truth From Prospect to Munroe, here in a hot second The whole world run know, everything we speak is the truth Terror Squad |
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