Fat Joe - John Blaze lyrics
MY stripes show like reginments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principle
He'll tell you how I used to pack a number 2 pencil
Let's do this, grab a teacher, Catholic preachers
In the school staircase, cuttin' class, passin' my reefer
In one class operation: return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to learn
The tables turned now, got my own label I earned
Like that nigga said in "Dead Presidents," "money to burn"
Queensbridge, pay homage, respect, Nas is a vet
acknowledge the rep, pollished begets, niggas is this and that
I'm just he best puttin' all violence to rest
Between Latin Kings and blood lasagras, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanished, unite the system
The fight within the street wisdom
to help teach a prison
Big Punisher:
My cru puffs fly, anyone test the Pun must die
just give me one try, now you know you done fucked up right?
Ha, you ain't got no wins in me casa
hit the basa, you ain't even in my closa
I hate an actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta cappa, everyone's favorite rapper
Grand imprerial, college material, insane criminal
The same nigga who's know to blow at your brain minerals
I reign subliminal inside your visual
try to supply your physical but my spiritual side of it's lyrical
I appear in your dreams like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I said it I would still fuckin' shit on you
Soon as your shitter, chatter your shit'll shatter
I'm the kid outta the Bronx that'll stomp your ass like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller metaphores
Killers bet it all on Pun 'cause one verse can dead 'em all
(scatching Method Man sample)
John Blaze...Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
Jadakiss:
Aye yo, my attitufe is subject to change
I mess around and spit 12 at the driverside door of your Range
6 hit you, the other 6 up in your dame
Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chain
So take heed that not only can I flow I can aim
'cause y'all misdemaenor niggas can't stand the rain
Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma Pes' ya
Only 'cause I know the niggas respect pressure
Hardcore, the shit you get kicked out the yard for
Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggas up
You can meet me in my cell, I soak and sock niggas up
Far as the flow go, you can let your doe show
Put your money on the table we can battle on cable
You hot dog niggas get nathan's
fuckin' 'round with Jason, that shortie from The Lox, john blazin'
Raekwon:
My son, cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggas, kidnap their work, make 'em move out
Crush hash hanges like glass, keep the hear in the dash
Did some dirt for the work, cut a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear
Strike me out, good stack enough joints, rack 'em like Foot Locker
This is raw, raw like niggas we represent
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall
Relentless, the anthology consoladated
with the quickness
Just up in the wakin' blowes, killer sickness
Lex, imagination large, go carts
Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the older god
Specialist, ice cicle-ist, war age collar feelin' the rich
Work for every dollar, don't snitch
That's why broke niggas who got hard gods, sign 'em up
start the wind up, we john blazin' donna in the line-up
(scatching Method Man sample)
John Blaze...Johnny Blaze...ain't a damn thing changed
Fat Joe:
It's a simple mathamatics, you gotta love us
'Cause when Joey Crack plus a gat leaves a lot of dead motherfuckers
Just when you thought I was done I recruited Pun
Terror Squad win the prize undisputed, dun
I'm form the slums where it's worse, bus' my guns 'til it hurts
for fuckin' with my funds on the first
Than go to like a mobster
Just cause she ??? over shrimp and lobster
with my Cuban partners
Lucas with the cartridge, 20 shot
Run up on any block, disrespect any cop
Used to run my spots, now I own shops
Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bill a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get burned
I'm 5'1" and your not, and wathc your whole you fuckin' head turn
You best learn to parley, I've had a hard day
Fuck around with the Don and get john blazed
(scatching Method Man sample)
John Blaze...Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
(repeats as song fades out
