Текст песни Fat Joe - The Hidden Hand, слова песни Fat Joe

Текст песни Fat Joe - The Hidden Hand

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[fat joe]Yea, time to educate the youth (speak on it God)Cause if we wont, 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 defendants a bad copYou feel me fam? the devils got a planThats 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 clownsll make you feel as if the bill of rights is counterfeitNow its been written that all men are equal, but then its legalWhen they beat us and treat us as if were different peopleWe go for delf, fuck the cops healthId 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 cant 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 Im 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 rikers not knowin my existance was pricelessIts 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 writings like fighting cause rappers be biting like tysonIm hypein the crowd, keepin em loud like my labelIm proud Im 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 itTheres my life, you judge it, fuck it seis, I dont want it[triple seis]Im a dominican, stranded in new york like filliganDont 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 wont be no american flag over my hearseWhats 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 aint to be gambled son, you could get trampledBy people that act more like animals than mammals high off enamelThats what his poppa said whose locked for droppin akmedIn the candy store robbery probably to get his veins fedHe aint listen, he became a braindead cocaine headOlder mexicans knew, they killed him eatin ? bagualitos? But hey little kids, dont 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 Im back on courseIts 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 discriminateIm tryin to keep this positive vibe, and from thatI generate to the top, like puffy wont stopIm 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, Im 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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The Hidden Hand

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