Текст (слова) песни: Fat Joe - The Hidden Hand

[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 essence

Messin around with the wrong crowd, 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, homicide come and play matlock

But never crack the case cause the defendants a bad cop

You feel me fam? the devils got a plan

Thats 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 clownsll make you feel as if the bill of rights is counterfeit

Now its been written that all men are equal, but then its legal

When they beat us and treat us as if were different people

We go for delf, fuck the cops health

Id 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 cant 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 Im 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 rikers not knowin my existance was priceless

Its 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 writings like fighting cause rappers be biting like tyson

Im hypein the crowd, keepin em loud like my label

Im proud Im 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

Theres my life, you judge it, fuck it seis, I dont want it

[triple seis]

Im a dominican, stranded in new york like filligan

Dont 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 wont be no american flag over my hearse

Whats 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 aint to be gambled son, you could get trampled

By people that act more like animals than mammals high off enamel

Thats what his poppa said whose locked for droppin akmed

In the candy store robbery probably to get his veins fed

He aint listen, he became a braindead cocaine head

Older mexicans knew, they killed him eatin ? bagualitos?

But hey little kids, dont 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 Im back on course

Its 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

Im tryin to keep this positive vibe, and from that

I generate to the top, like puffy wont stop

Im 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, Im 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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(true) Terror squad style, yo (speak on it God) Yo, I was a wild adolescent, blessed with the foul essence Messin around with the wrong crowd, 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, homicide come and play matlock But never crack the case cause the defendants a bad cop You feel me fam? the devils got a plan Thats 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 clownsll make you feel as if the bill of rights is counterfeit Now its been written that all men are equal, but then its legal When they beat us and treat us as if were different people We go for delf, fuck the cops health Id 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 cant 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 Im 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 rikers not knowin my existance was priceless Its 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 writings like fighting cause rappers be biting like tyson Im hypein the crowd, keepin em loud like my label Im proud Im 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 Theres my life, you judge it, fuck it seis, I dont want it [triple seis] Im a dominican, stranded in new york like filligan Dont 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 wont be no american flag over my hearse Whats 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 aint to be gambled son, you could get trampled By people that act more like animals than mammals high off enamel Thats what his poppa said whose locked for droppin akmed In the candy store robbery probably to get his veins fed He aint listen, he became a braindead cocaine head Older mexicans knew, they killed him eatin ? bagualitos? But hey little kids, dont 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 Im back on course Its 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 Im tryin to keep this positive vibe, and from that I generate to the top, like puffy wont stop Im 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, Im 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 Нравится песня? 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