Big Pun - John Blaze lyrics

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
Niggas 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 fucked 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 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 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 j-j-john Blaze
J-j-john Blaze j-j-john Blaze
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
Aiyo, 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 niggas can't
Stand the reign better believe that
Whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only 'cause I know that
Fagots respect pressure
Hardcore, like shit you get
Kicked out the yard for
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggas up
You could meet me in my cell
I soak and sock niggas 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 niggas get nathans
Fuck around with Jason, that
Shorty from The Lox, john Blazin
My son cool out don't beef yo
Throw the tool out (What)
Let's run these niggas, 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 niggas who got heart God, sign 'em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin'
Don up in the line up j-j-john Blaze
J-j-john Blaze j-j-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 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
J-j-john Blaze j-j-john Blaze
J-j-john Blaze
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
J-j-john Blaze j-j-john Blaze
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed