Fat Joe F Terror Squad The Hidden Hand Lyrics

The Hidden Hand Lyrics

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 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 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