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Letra Jon Blaze de Fat Joe original



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
Hit the basa, 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

Letra Jon Blaze de Fat Joe en español (traducción)



Verso uno: Nas

Mis rayas espectáculo como regimientos, la inteligencia militar
Juego de asesinato, que no dejan pruebas - las credenciales
Vayan a preguntarle a mi pre-escolar, incluso hablar con mi viejo principales
Él te dirá cómo he usado para empacar un lápiz número 2
Stabbin estudiantes, profesores grabbin, los católicos, los predicadores
En la escalera de la escuela, Cuttin clase, Passin mi frigorífico
En mi declaración de la operación propia clase, que trató de decir
Yo era un incompetente, incapaz de aprender
La tabla se volvió ahora, tengo mi propio sello para ganar
Al igual que nigga dijo en _Dead Presidents_, dinero para gastar
Queensbridge, homenaje, respeto Nas es el veterinario
Reconocer el representante, baguettes de uñas, niggaz es que dissin
Yo sólo soy el mejor, Puttin todo tipo de violencia para descansar
Entre los Latin Kings la sangre _los sangres_, sangre en español
Así que muchos delincuentes se desvanecen, se unen el sistema
Para luchar con sabiduría calle interior, para ayudar a enseñar a una prisión

Verso dos: Big Punisher

Mi equipo lejía puff, prueba de que nadie debe morir el juego de palabras
Sólo dame una prueba - «¿Ahora usted sabe que hace bien jodido"
¡Ah, usted no se tiene ninguna victoria en mi Casa
Golpea la basa, que ni siquiera está en mi cla





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