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Lyrics for John Blaze by Fat Joe:
| | | Artist: | Fat Joe |
| | Album: | Don Cartagena | | Track: | John Blaze | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 96 | | | | Lyrics: | Featuring Big Punisher Jadakiss Nas Raekwon]
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 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 nigga 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
Verse Two: Big Punisher
My crew puff
lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try -- 'Now you know you done fucked up
right?'
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa
Hit the basa, 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 nigga 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-shit 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
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 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 shit 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
Fuck 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 fuck 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
Chorus
Verse Five: Fat Joe
It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us
Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
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 fuckin 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 fuckin head turn
You best learn to parlay, I've had a hard day
Fuck around
with the Don and get John Blazed
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