John Blaze (Original Version)

[Verse 1: Nas] Ayo we still thumpin', bumpin' "Firm Fiasco" Foul as Donnie Brasco, burn ya little asshole You should learn the haps, yo Unlimited styles of passion Keep you for a minute, then smile before I blast you Intangible, in a war with animals Dealt with your kind, I know just how to handle you Enemies close, that's how I like 'em, no friends Throw on a Benz, open they mo' ends The whole block on yachts, annual trips Handing out turkeys in the hood, lovin' the chips Always and will be, (Uh) filthy, (Uh) guilty (Uh) By association (Whaaat) Firm family, to ya'll cats, it's no relation Keep the coco beats circulating and stay hatin' 'Cause ya'll cats don't work with Nathen, we John Blazin' Blazin' ya'll motherfuckers We havin' real convеrsations, you straight, son [Verse 2: Big Punisher] My crew puff lye, anyone tеstin' Pun must die Just give me one try, now you know you done fucked up, right? Ha, you ain't got no wins in mi casa ¿Qué 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 Freddy do, no kidding 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 dead 'em all John Blaze [Chorus: [?] & Method Man sample] John Blaze John Blaze John Bl-Blaze John Blaze Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing change [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Ayo, 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 niggas can't stand the reign Better believe that whenever I see y'all, I'ma test you 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 niggas up You could meet me in my cell, I soap and sock niggas 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 niggas get Nathan's Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin [Verse 4: Raekwon] My son cool out (What), 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 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 store 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, Woolrich 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, don up in the line up [Chorus: [?] & Method Man sample] John Blaze John Blaze John Bl-Blaze John Blaze Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing change [Verse 5: 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 don 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 Gore-Tex with the lock, 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 [Chorus: [?] & Method Man sample] John Blaze John Blaze John Bl-Blaze John Blaze Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing change John Blaze John Blaze John Bl-Blaze