The Hidden Hand

Fat JoeFat Joe 

Follow 2 fans

Fat Joe

Joseph Antonio Cartagena (born August 19, 1970), better known by his stage name Fat Joe, is an American rapper, CEO of Terror Squad Entertainment, and member of musical groups D.I.T.C. and Terror Squad. more »

Year:

1998

241 Views

Playlists:

#2

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer

Yeah  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 
F*ck cryin about the struggle, I teach you how to get richer 

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, f*ck 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 

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 existence 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, f*ck it Seis, I don't want it 

I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York like Filligan 
Don't want to 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 
F*ck 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 

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 

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

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer