Fat Joe, Big Pun, Raekwon, Nas, Jadakiss - 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 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 tables turned now
Got my own label I earned
Like that nigga said in Dead Presidents
"Money to burn"
Queensbridge, pay homage respect
Nas is a vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes


Niggas is this and that, I'm just the best
Puttin' all violence to rest
Between Latin Kings and blood, los sangres
Blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the system
To fight with inner street wisdom
To help teach in prison

My crew puff lye, anyone testin' Pun must die
Just give me one try, now you
Know you done fucked up, right?
Ha, you ain't got no wins in mi casa
¿Qué 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 Freddy do
No kidding you even if I stuttered
I would still sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chitter chatter
Your shit'll shatter
I'm the kid out of the 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

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John Bl-Blaze john Blaze
Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed

Ayo, 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
So 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 you 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 niggas up
You could meet me in my cell
I soap 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 Nathan's
Fuck around with Jason, that
Shorty from The Lox, john Blazin

My son cool out
(What) , don't beef, yo, throw the tool out
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 store
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, Woolrich 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

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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 don
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
Gore Tex with the lock
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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Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
John Blaze john Blaze john Blaze
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed