Fat Joe – John Blaze ft. Nas, Big Punisher, Jadakiss & Raekwon

Download clean vinyl LP flac mp3 audio song by Fat Joe and this music is titled ‘John Blaze ft. Nas, Big Punisher, Jadakiss & Raekwon’.

Actually this amazing song is popped out of his album which is titled “Don Cartagena” And was released on the year 1998.


Listen up below with full lyrics.



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

Stabbing students, grabbing teachers, Catholics, preachers

In the school staircase, cutting class, passing 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 I earn

Like that nigga said in “Dead Presidents”, money to burn

Queensbridge, pay homage, respect Nas is the vet

Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggas is this and that

I’m just the best, puttin all violence to rest

Between Latin Kings, the bloods los sangres, blood in Spanish

So many thugs vanish, unite the system

To fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison

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 mi 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 your shit’ll 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

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

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 niggas 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 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 Nathans

Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin

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, stacking 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, 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

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

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 parley, I’ve had a hard day

Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed

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

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