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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'm 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
Que 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 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'm the kid
out of 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
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'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 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'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
Gortex with the lot, 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 2X
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