Текст (слова) песни: Fat Joe - John Blaze

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

Hed 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

Im 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 aint got no wins in my casa

Que te pasa, you aint even in my clasa

I hate a actor that plays a rapper

Im terror squad beta kappa everybodys 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

Ill 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, Im the kid

Out of bronx, thatll stomp you to death like it didnt matter

Im 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 aint a damn thing changed!" --> method man

Verse three: jadakiss

Aiyyo my attitude is subject to change, I mess around

And spit twelve at the drivers 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 yall misdemeanor niggaz cant stand the reign

Better believe that, whenever I see yall ima test ya

Only cause I know that faggots respect pressure

Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for

kiss aint 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

Yall hot dog niggaz get nathans

Fuck around with jason, that shorty from the lox, john blazin

Verse four: raekwon

My son cool out (what) dont beef yo, throw the tool out

Lets 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 dont snitch, thats 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

Its 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

Im from the slums where its 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

Im hot, who wanna get burned?

I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin head turn

You best learn to parlay, Ive had a hard day

Fuck around with the don and get john blazed

Chorus 2x

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Fat Joe - John Blaze 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 Hed 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 Im 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 aint got no wins in my casa Que te pasa, you aint even in my clasa I hate a actor that plays a rapper Im terror squad beta kappa everybodys 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 Ill 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, Im the kid Out of bronx, thatll stomp you to death like it didnt matter Im 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 aint a damn thing changed!" --> method man Verse three: jadakiss Aiyyo my attitude is subject to change, I mess around And spit twelve at the drivers 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 yall misdemeanor niggaz cant stand the reign Better believe that, whenever I see yall ima test ya Only cause I know that faggots respect pressure Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for kiss aint 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 Yall hot dog niggaz get nathans Fuck around with jason, that shorty from the lox, john blazin Verse four: raekwon My son cool out (what) dont beef yo, throw the tool out Lets 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 dont snitch, thats 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 Its 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 Im from the slums where its 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 Im hot, who wanna get burned? I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin head turn You best learn to parlay, Ive had a hard day Fuck around with the don and get john blazed Chorus 2x Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни John Blaze: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/105/1/6706.html Все тексты песен: Fat Joe » Fat Joe - Turn Me On » Fat Joe - Opposites Attract (What They Like) » Fat Joe - Its Nothing » Fat Joe - Prove Something » Fat Joe - King of N. 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