Martha Mooke - John Blaze lyrics

[Verse 1: 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 Stabbing students, grabbing teachers, Catholics, preachers In the school staircase, cutting cla**, pa**ing 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 I 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***as is this and that I'm just the best, putting all violence to rest Between Latin Kings the bloods los sangres, blood in Spanish So many thugs vanish, unite the system To fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison [Verse 2: 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 mi casa Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa I hate an 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 your sh**'ll 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 [Hook: 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 [Verse 3: 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***as 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***as up You could meet me in my cell, I soap and sock n***as 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***as get nathans f** around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin [Verse 4: Raekwon] My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out Let's run these n***as, 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, stacking 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, Woolrich collar Feeling the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why Broke n***as who got heart God, sign 'em up Start the wind up, we John Blazin Don up in the line up [Hook] [Verse 5: 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**ing 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 parley, I've had a hard day f** around with the Don and get John Blazed [Hook x2]