(feat. Big Punisher)

[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 ^!$$% said in _Dead Presidents_, money to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, respect Nas is the vet

Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, ^!$$%z 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 $#&@ed 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 ^!$$% 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-%#@! on you
Soon as I chitter chatter you %#@!ter 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

[Method Man] "Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!"

[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 ^!$$%z can't stand the reign
Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only cause I know that !@$)gots respect pressure

Hardcore, like %#@! you get, kicked out the yard for
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock ^!$$%z up
You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z get nathans

$#&@ 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 ^!$$%z, 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 $#&@ 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 ^!$$%z 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 mother$#&@ers

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 $#&@in 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 $#&@in head turn
You best learn to parlay, I've had a hard day
$#&@ around with the Don and get John Blazed

[Chorus x2]