John Blaze(feat. Nas, Big Punisher, Jadakiss & Raekwon) (Explicit) - Fat Joe
Lyrics by：Joseph Cartagena/C. Woods/C. Rios/D. WIllis/J. Philiphs/N. Jones
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 class passing my **
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 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 puttin 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
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 mi 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 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-s**t on you
Soon as I chitter chatter your
Shit'll 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 d**n thing changed
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 faggots respect pressure
Hardcore like s**t 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**k 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 n***as 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 stacking 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 woolrich collar
Feelin 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
J-j-j-john blaze
Ja-ja-ah-john bla-blaze
J-ja-j-ja John blaze
Johnny blaze ain't a d**n 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 parley 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 d**n thing changed
J-j-j-john blaze
Ja-ja-ah-john bla-blaze
J-ja-j-ja John blaze
Johnny blaze ain't a d**n thing changed
Lyrics by：Joseph Cartagena/C. Woods/C. Rios/D. WIllis/J. Philiphs/N. Jones
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 class passing my **
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 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 puttin 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
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 mi 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 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-s**t on you
Soon as I chitter chatter your
Shit'll 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 d**n thing changed
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 faggots respect pressure
Hardcore like s**t 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**k 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 n***as 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 stacking 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 woolrich collar
Feelin 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
J-j-j-john blaze
Ja-ja-ah-john bla-blaze
J-ja-j-ja John blaze
Johnny blaze ain't a d**n 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 parley 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 d**n thing changed
J-j-j-john blaze
Ja-ja-ah-john bla-blaze
J-ja-j-ja John blaze
Johnny blaze ain't a d**n thing changed
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