Fat Joe


Don Cartagena


John Blaze
(featuring Raekwon, Nas, Big Punisher and Jadikiss)


[Nas]
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials
Go ask my preschool, even talk to my own principal
He tell you how I used to pack a number 2 pencil
Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, Catholics, preachers
In a 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's turned now, got my own label, I earn
Like that nigga said in Dead Presidents, money to burn
Queensbridge pay homage, respect Nas's prophetic knowledge
Of rap, hot as brickets, niggas is this and that
I'm just the best puttin all battlers to rest
Between Latin Kings and Bloodless Sagas, blood in spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the system
To fight within the street wisdom, to help teach in prisons

[Big Punisher]
My crew rough fly, anyone test the Pun must die
Just gimme one try
Now you know you done fucked up right
Ha, you ain't got no wings in mi casa
Hit they pasa, you ain't even in my class-a
I hate an 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 if it's lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams like Freddy, there no kid in 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'll dead em all

John Blaze (4x)
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed

[Jadikiss]
Hey yo my attitude is subject to change
I mess around and spit twelve into the driver's side door of your Range
Six hit you, the other 6 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 rain
Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only cause I know the fact that you respect pressure
Hardcore like shit you get kicked out the yard for
Kiss ain't the cops but I lock niggas up
You can meet me in my cell, I soak and sop niggas up
Far as the flow go, you can let your dough show
Put your money on the table, we can battle on cable
You hot dog niggas get labels, fuck around with Jason
That shorty from the Lox, John Blazin

[Raekwon]
My son cool out, 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 rocker, wicked sneaker rocker, footwear
Strike me out god, stackin up joints, rack em like Foot Locker, this is raw
Raw like fuck kid represent from here to Crenshaw
On my worst stronger than the best are, relentless
The anthology consolidated with the quickness
Dress up in the wig and blouse, killer sickness
Lex imagination, large go-karts
Leave the focus for our brains that connect, put on the older gods
Specialist, iciclist, full range 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, Donna in the line up

John Blaze (3x)
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed

[Fat Joe]
It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us
Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lot of dead muthafuckers
Just when you thought I was done I recruited Pun
Terror Squad and the prize, undisputed dunn
I'm from the slums where it's worse
Bust my guns til it hurts
For fuckin with my funds on the first
Ain't goin to church like a mobster
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster with my Cuban partners
Milk us with the cartridge, 20 shot
Run up on any block, disrespect any cop
Used to run many spots now I own shops
Gortex with the lock, 564 bills a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get burned
I fire up under 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

John Blaze (3x)
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
John Blaze (3x)
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed


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