Jon Blaze Lyrics

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Jon Blaze Lyrics

Artist Fat Joe

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 am 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 am

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 am the kid out of Bronx, that'll stomp

you to death like it didn't matter I am 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 ama 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 am 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 am 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 Chorus 2X

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