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Fat Joe f Terror Squad

The Hidden Hand

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Текст песни Fat Joe f Terror Squad - The Hidden Hand

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[Fat Joe]Yea, time to educate the youth (Speak on it God)Cause if we won`t, then who will? (True)Terror Squad style, yo(Speak on it God)Yo, I was a wild adolescent, blessed with the foul essenceMessin around with the wrong crowd, I learned my lessonStressin all the things that I have notI pray to God I get my Uncle out the crack spotI hear mad shots, homicide come and play Matlockbut never crack the case cause the defendant`s a bad copYou feel me fam? The devil`s got a planThat`s why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in WashingtonThe Hidden Hand even planned this manHave me goin hand to hand, killin my own clanBut now I understand and see the big pictureFuck cryin about the struggle, I teach you how to get richer[Cuban Link]Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin coppin capsulesRockin tattoos, boppin with ankles locked in shacklesGot the cops joggin at you, spittin rounds of clips, they down wit itNew clowns`ll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeitNow 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 peopleWe go for delf, fuck the cop`s healthI`d rather drop shelf and let off shots until my Glock meltsCause God dealt us a helpless hand, they made us sell this landso the palest man could build a selfish planYou know we can`t trust the government, cause Uncle Sam is smugglindrugs for us to hustle all the stuff for himEven McGruff is in it, gettin a percentageTakin advantage, punishin just blacks and hispanics[Big Punisher]My heart is cold as ice, so I know I`m sheist, Big Pun was the kidthat no one liked, my whole life, is one big roll of the dicePayin a price twice as expensive as white kidsDestined for Riker`s not knowin my existance was pricelessIT`S LIKE THIS, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripesfightin the nicest in the crisis I slice em in half and make em dashlike hyphens, invitin any rapper to Clash With the TitanThe writing`s like fighting cause rappers be biting like TysonI`m hypein the crowd, keepin em Loud like my labelI`m proud I`m able to lift from the bowels of the ghettoI found me a little sanity inside a career and a familyNo more wars and renderin tears to insanitySo keep the salary and tear the mic, cause I love itThere`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 FilliganDon`t wanna get locked up in the pen againBut here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin for gunsTurnin they ride on the side of the curb to see who runsThey authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin heatFour deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my steezFuck the police, usin "probable cause" to break lawsBehind the badge you try to cover up your racial warI got somethin for you boys in blueThe system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you supposed to do?I never let the faggot pull the trig firstIt won`t be no American flag over my hearseWhat`s worse, you know they disperse for bucksSo take caution in the streets cause our protection sucks[Armaggedon]This dude, he had the darkest padsWho dressed up in the heart of brashForever talkin trashHow he stacked niggaz to almanacGunshots to corner four police informantsStood like he modeled the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow performanceHe raised the pull of grace, a razor blew his faceForce calm the ?sere? plus a pack of the ?dunga dun? laced with toothpasteLife ain`t to be gambled son, you could get trampledby people that act more like animals than mammals high off enamelThat`s what his poppa said whose locked for droppin Akmedin the candy store robbery probably to get his veins fedHe ain`t listen, he became a braindead cocaine headOlder Mexicans knew, they killed him eatin ?bagualitos?But hey little kids, don`t follow these dopes[Prospect]What? Uh-huh, yea I can dig thatThey call me Prospect, I just came back from ?Had this track on pause, now I`m back on courseIt`s lost on the Ave, tryin to take my life from the pastGet this legal cash, ? without dadKinda sad how he got dragged down to negativityOnly if he had one love, trust for libertythis world would be a better place, get what it takesin a race to racism replace the snake in emBad ones, want to spend lives and discriminateI`m tryin to keep this positive vibe, and from thatI generate to the top, like Puffy won`t stopI`m mature now, with one knot, from tryin to get lockedAnd to the shorties on the block, tryin to twist 40 topsGet your act together, do some carpentry with a Black n DeckerAnd stop speedin like a KawasakiFrom my life, to your life, I`m touchin everybody Twinz watch meEverything we speak is the truthFrom Prospect to Munroe, here in a hot secondThe whole world run know, everything we speak is the truthTerror Squad

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