John Blaze Fat Joe featuring Big Pun, Nas, Raekwon, Jadakiss

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 I burn
 Queens, 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 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 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, 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
 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'
 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
 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 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-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
 SONGWRITERS
 SERMON, ERICK S. / SMITH, CLIFFORD / JONES, NASIR / WOODS, COREY / WILLIS, DAVID / NOBLE, REGGIE / CARTAGENA, JOSEPH ANTHONY / PHILLIPS, JASON / RIOS, CHRISTOPHER