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