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Fat Joe ft. Nas, Big Pun, Jadakiss & Raekwon - John Blaze (Official Video) [Explicit]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fat Joe
Fat Joe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Woods
C. Woods
Songwriter
Joseph Cartagena
Joseph Cartagena
Songwriter
Christopher Rios
Christopher Rios
Songwriter
D. Willis
D. Willis
Songwriter
J. Philiphs
J. Philiphs
Songwriter
Niqua Jones
Niqua Jones
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials
Go ask my preschool, even talk to my old Principal
He'd tell you how I used to pack a number 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
[Verse 2]
The table's turned now, got my own label, I earn
Like that **** said in Dead Presidents, "Money to burn"
Queensbridge, pay homage, respect, Nas is a vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, **** is this and that
I'm just the best, puttin' all violence to rest
Between Latin Kings, the blood, las sangres, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the system
To fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach your principle
[Verse 3]
My crew puff lye, anyone testin' Pun must die
Just gimme one try, now you know you done fucked up, right?
Ha, you ain't got no way into mi casa
¿Qué te pasa? You ain't even in my classa
I hate a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad, Beta Kappa, everybody's favorite rapper
A grand imperial, college material, insane criminal
The same **** who known to blow out your brain mineral
[Verse 4]
I reign subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply your physical but my spiritual side of it is lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams like Freddie do, no kiddin' you
Even if I stuttered, I would still sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chitter-chatter, your shit is shattered
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, ill at metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun 'cause one verse, dead 'em all
[Verse 5]
John Blaze
John Blaze
John Blaze
John Blaze
Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
[Verse 6]
Hey, yo, 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 **** can't stand the rain
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 **** up
You can leave me in my cell, I soap and sock **** up
Far as the flow go, you can let your dough show
Put your money on your table, we can battle on cable
Y'all hot-dog **** get Nathan's
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from the Lox
John Blazin'
[Verse 7]
My son, cool out, don't beef, yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these ****, 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 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
Peep the boulder squad, brains that connect, put on the older god
Specialist, icicle-est, Woolrich collar, feelin' the rich
Work for every dollar, don't snitch
That's why broke **** who got heart, God sign 'em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin', Don up in the lineup
[Verse 8]
John Blaze
John Blaze
John Blaze
Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
[Verse 9]
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, done
I'm from the slums where it's worse
Bust with guns till 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 shots
Gore-tex with the lock, five sixty-four bills a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get burned?
I'll fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin' head turn
You best learn to parley, I've had a hard day
Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed
[Verse 10]
John Blaze
John Blaze
John Blaze
Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
[Verse 11]
John Blaze
John Blaze
John Blaze
Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
Written by: C. Woods, Christopher Rios, Clifford Smith, D. Willis, Erick S Sermon, J. Philiphs, Jason Phillips, Joseph Cartagena, Niqua Jones, Reggie Noble
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