John Blaze Lyrics

John Blaze lyrics

Nas: 

 MY stripes show like reginments, military intelligence 

 Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials 

 Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principle 

 He'll tell you how I used to pack a number 2 pencil 

 Let's do this, grab a teacher, Catholic preachers 

 In the school staircase, cuttin' class, passin' my reefer 

 In one class operation: return, they tried to say 

 I was incompetent, not able to learn 

 The tables turned now, got my own label I earned 

 Like that nigga said in "Dead Presidents," "money to burn" 

 Queensbridge, pay homage, respect, Nas is a vet 

 acknowledge the rep, pollished begets, niggas is this and that 

 I'm just he best puttin' all violence to rest 

 Between Latin Kings and blood lasagras, blood in Spanish 

 So many thugs vanished, unite the system 

 The fight within the street wisdom 

 to help teach a prison 

  

 Big Punisher: 

 My cru puffs fly, anyone test the Pun must die 

 just give me one try, now you know you done fucked up right? 

 Ha, you ain't got no wins in me casa 

 hit the basa, you ain't even in my closa 

 I hate an actor that plays a rapper 

 I'm Terror Squad beta cappa, everyone's favorite rapper 

 Grand imprerial, college material, insane criminal 

 The same nigga who's know to blow at your brain minerals 

 I reign subliminal inside your visual 

 try to supply your physical but my spiritual side of it's lyrical 

 I appear in your dreams like Freddie do, no kidding you 

 Even if I said it I would still fuckin' shit on you 

 Soon as your shitter, chatter your shit'll shatter 

 I'm the kid outta the Bronx that'll stomp your ass like it didn't matter 

 I'm even better than before, iller metaphores 

 Killers bet it all on Pun 'cause one verse can dead 'em all 

  

 (scatching Method Man sample) 

 John Blaze...Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed 

  

 Jadakiss: 

 Aye yo, my attitufe is subject to change 

 I mess around and spit 12 at the driverside door of your Range 

 6 hit you, the other 6 up in your dame 

 Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chain 

 So take heed that not only can I flow I can aim 

 'cause y'all misdemaenor niggas can't stand the rain 

 Better  believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma Pes' ya 

 Only 'cause I know the niggas respect pressure 

 Hardcore, the 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 sock niggas up 

 Far as the flow go, you can let your doe show 

 Put your money on the table we can battle on cable 

 You hot dog niggas get nathan's 

 fuckin' 'round with Jason, that shortie from The Lox, john blazin' 

  

 Raekwon: 

 My son, cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out 

 Let's run these niggas, kidnap their work, make 'em move out 

 Crush hash hanges like glass, keep the hear in the dash 

 Did some dirt for the work, cut a gash 

 The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear 

 Strike me out, good stack enough joints, rack 'em like Foot Locker 

 This is raw, raw like niggas we represent 

 Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall 

 Relentless, the anthology consoladated 

 with the quickness 

 Just up in the wakin' blowes, killer sickness 

 Lex, imagination large, go carts 

 Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the older god 

 Specialist, ice cicle-ist, war age collar feelin' the rich 

 Work for every dollar, don't snitch 

 That's why broke niggas who got hard gods, sign 'em up 

 start the wind up, we john blazin' donna in the line-up 

  

 (scatching Method Man sample) 

 John Blaze...Johnny Blaze...ain't a damn thing changed 

  

 Fat Joe: 

 It's a simple mathamatics, you gotta love us 

 'Cause when Joey Crack plus a gat leaves a lot of dead motherfuckers 

 Just when you thought I was done I recruited Pun 

 Terror Squad win the prize undisputed, dun 

 I'm form the slums where it's worse, bus' my guns 'til it hurts 

 for fuckin' with my funds on the first 

 Than go to like a mobster 

 Just cause she ??? over shrimp and lobster 

 with my Cuban partners 

 Lucas with the cartridge, 20 shot 

 Run up on any block, disrespect any cop 

 Used to run my spots, now I own shops 

 Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bill a pop 

 I'm hot, who wanna get burned 

 I'm 5'1" and your not, and wathc your whole you fuckin' head turn 

 You best learn to parley, I've had a hard day 

 Fuck around with the Don and get john blazed 

  

 (scatching Method Man sample) 

 John Blaze...Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed 

 (repeats as song fades out