Fat Joe - John Blaze lyrics

Verse one: nas My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence Murder game, i leave no evidence -- credentials Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal He'd tell you how you i used to pack a no. 2 pencil Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, catholics, preachers In the school staircase, cuttin cla**, pa**in my reefer In my own cla**, operation return, they tried to say I was incompetent, not able to learn The table turned now, got my own label to earn Like that n***a said in _dead presidents_, money to burn Queensbridge, pay homage, respect nas is the vet Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, n***az is dissin that I'm just the best, puttin all violence to rest Between latin kings the blood _los sangres_, blood in spanish So many thugs vanish, unite the system To fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison Verse two: big punisher My crew puff lye, anyone test the pun must die Just give me one try -- 'now you know you done f**ed up right?' Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa I hate a actor that plays a rapper I'm terror squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper Grand imperial college material insane criminal The same n***a who known to blow out your brain mineral I reign subliminal inside your visual Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical I'll appear in your dreams, like freddie do, no kidding you Even if i stuttered i would still sh-sh-sh-sh** on you Soon as i chitter chatter you sh**ter shatter, i'm the kid Out of bronx, that'll stomp you to d**h like it didn't matter I'm even better than before, iller metaphors k**ers bet it all on pun, cause one verse, dead em all Chorus: scratches by dj spinbad J-j-j-john blaze Ja-ja-ah-john bla-blaze J-ja-j-ja, john blaze "johnny blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" --> method man Verse three: jadakiss Aiyyo my attitude is subject to change, i mess around And spit twelve at the driver's side door of your range Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains Take heed that, not only can i flow i can aim Cause y'all misdemeanor n***az can't stand the reign Better believe that, whenever i see y'all i'ma test ya Only cause i know that f*ggots respect pressure Hardcore, like sh** you get, kicked out the yard for 'kiss ain't the cops, but i lock n***az up You could meet me in my cell i soak and sock n***az up Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable Y'all hot dog n***az get nathans f** around with jason, that shorty from the lox, john blazin Verse four: raekwon My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out Let's run these n***az, kidnap they work, make em move out Crushed hash, hands is like gla**, keep the heat In the dash, did some dirt for some work, caught a gash The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear Strike me out god, stackin up joints, rack em like footlocker This is raw, raw like f** kid, represent Here to crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a benz stall Relentless, the anthology consolidated With the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, k**er sickness Lex, imagination large, gold cards Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the older god Specialist, iciclist, woolridge collar Feelin the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why Broke n***az who got heart god, sign em up Start the wind up, we john blazin, don up in the line up Chorus Verse five: fat joe It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us Cause joey crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherf**ers Just when you thought i was done, i recruited pun Terror squad enterprise, undisputed dunn I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns til it hurts For f**in with my funds on the first And go to church like a mobster Discuss your d**h over shrimp and lobster, with my cuban partners Lucas with the cartridge, twenty shot Run up on any block, disrespect any cop Used to run many spots, now i own shops Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bills a pop I'm hot, who wanna get burned? I fire one in your knot and watch your whole f**in head turn You best learn to parlay, i've had a hard day f** around with the don and get john blazed Chorus 2x