John Blaze Fat Joe featuring Big Pun, Nas, Raekwon, Jadakiss (Explicit)

John Blaze Fat Joe featuring Big Pun, Nas, Raekwon, Jadakiss - Big Pun
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 class passin my reefer
In my own class 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 ni**a said in _Dead Presidents_ money to burn
Queensbridge pay homage respect Nas is the vet
Acknowledge the rep polish baguettes niggaz 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
My crew puff lye anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try'Now you know you done f**ked 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 ni**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*t on you
Soon as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter I'm the kid
Out of Bronx that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun cause one verse dead em all
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 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 niggaz can't stand the reign
Better believe that whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only cause I know that faggots respect pressure
Hardcore like sh*t you get kicked out the yard for
'Kiss ain't the cops but I lock niggaz up
You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock niggaz 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 niggaz get nathans
F**k 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 niggaz kidnap they work make em move out
Crushed hash hands is like glass 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**k 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 killer 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 niggaz who got heart God sign em up
Start the wind up we John Blazin Don up in the line up
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
It's simple mathematics you gotta love us
Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherf**kers
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**kin with my funds on the first
And go to church like a mobster
Discuss your death 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**kin head turn
You best learn to parlay I've had a hard day
F**k around with the Don and get John Blazed
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
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
Big Pun   John Blaze Lyrics
Feat Jadakiss and Nas