'Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
(What)
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa
I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
For fuckin' with my funds on the first
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is dissin' that
J-j-john Blaze
Like that nigga said in, Dead Presidents, money to burn
With the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer sickness
'Cause y'all misdemeanor niggaz can't stand the reign
Run up on any block, disrespect any cop
Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge collar
My son cool out don't beef yo, throw the tool out
Crushed hash, hands is like glass, keep the heat
Just give me one try, now you know you done fucked up right?'
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggaz up
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin
J-j-john Blaze
Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bills a pop
Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable
Queensbridge, pay homage, respect nas is the vet
Even if I stuttered I would still shit on you
It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us
In the school staircase, cuttin' class, passin' my reefer
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban partners
J-j-john Blaze
Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock niggaz up
Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for
Grand imperial college material insane criminal
Aiyo, my attitude is subject to change, I mess around
And spit twelve at the driver's side door of your range
Lucas with the cartridge, twenty shot
Stabbin' students, grabbin' teachers, catholics, preachers
Used to run many spots, now I own shops
Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show
Feelin' the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why
out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
Just when you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall
Relentless, the anthology consolidated
This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent
The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral
Take heed that, not only can I flow I can aim
Strike me out God, stackin' up joints, rack 'em like Footlocker
I'm just the best, puttin' all violence to rest
J-j-john Blaze
Let's run these niggaz, kidnap they work, make 'em move out
I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin' head turn
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear
Terror Squad Enterprise, undisputed Dunn
The table turned now, got my own label to earn
J-j-john Blaze
Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
I reign subliminal inside your visual
Broke niggaz who got heart God, sign 'em up
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical
Start the wind up, we John Blazin', Don up in the line up
J-j-john Blaze
Soon as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
You best learn to parlay, I've had a hard day
J-j-john Blaze
So many thugs vanish, unite the system
To fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison
Between Latin Kings the blood Los sangres, blood in Spanish
He'd tell you how you I used to pack a no. 2 pencil
I was incompetent, not able to learn
Lex, imagination large, gold cards
J-j-john Blaze
J-j-john Blaze
Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the older God
I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns 'til it hurts
In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
J-j-john Blaze
Y'all hot dog niggaz get nathans
Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame
J-j-john Blaze
I'm hot, who wanna get burned?
Go ask my pre school, even talk to my old principal
Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed
I hate a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Only 'cause I know that fagots respect pressure
In the dash, did some dirt for some work, caught a gash
And go to church like a mobster
Killers bet it all on Pun, 'cause one verse, dead 'em all
