Nas:

MY stripes show like reginments, military intelligence

Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials

Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principle

He'll tell you how I used to pack a number 2 pencil

Let's do this, grab a teacher, Catholic preachers

In the school staircase, cuttin' class, passin' my reefer

In one class operation: return, they tried to say

I was incompetent, not able to learn

The tables turned now, got my own label I earned

Like that nigga said in "Dead Presidents," "money to burn"

Queensbridge, pay homage, respect, Nas is a vet

acknowledge the rep, pollished begets, niggas is this and that

I'm just he best puttin' all violence to rest

Between Latin Kings and blood lasagras, blood in Spanish

So many thugs vanished, unite the system

The fight within the street wisdom

to help teach a prison



Big Punisher:

My cru puffs fly, anyone test the Pun must die

just give me one try, now you know you done fucked up right?

Ha, you ain't got no wins in me casa

hit the basa, you ain't even in my closa

I hate an actor that plays a rapper

I'm Terror Squad beta cappa, everyone's favorite rapper

Grand imprerial, college material, insane criminal

The same nigga who's know to blow at your brain minerals

I reign subliminal inside your visual

try to supply your physical but my spiritual side of it's lyrical

I appear in your dreams like Freddie do, no kidding you

Even if I said it I would still fuckin' shit on you

Soon as your shitter, chatter your shit'll shatter

I'm the kid outta the Bronx that'll stomp your ass like it didn't matter

I'm even better than before, iller metaphores

Killers bet it all on Pun 'cause one verse can dead 'em all



(scatching Method Man sample)

John Blaze...Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed



Jadakiss:

Aye yo, my attitufe is subject to change

I mess around and spit 12 at the driverside door of your Range

6 hit you, the other 6 up in your dame

Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chain

So take heed that not only can I flow I can aim

'cause y'all misdemaenor niggas can't stand the rain

Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma Pes' ya

Only 'cause I know the niggas respect pressure

Hardcore, the shit you get kicked out the yard for

Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggas up

You can meet me in my cell, I soak and sock niggas up

Far as the flow go, you can let your doe show

Put your money on the table we can battle on cable

You hot dog niggas get nathan's

fuckin' 'round with Jason, that shortie from The Lox, john blazin'



Raekwon:

My son, cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out

Let's run these niggas, kidnap their work, make 'em move out

Crush hash hanges like glass, keep the hear in the dash

Did some dirt for the work, cut a gash

The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear

Strike me out, good stack enough joints, rack 'em like Foot Locker

This is raw, raw like niggas we represent

Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall

Relentless, the anthology consoladated

with the quickness

Just up in the wakin' blowes, killer sickness

Lex, imagination large, go carts

Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the older god

Specialist, ice cicle-ist, war age collar feelin' the rich

Work for every dollar, don't snitch

That's why broke niggas who got hard gods, sign 'em up

start the wind up, we john blazin' donna in the line-up



(scatching Method Man sample)

John Blaze...Johnny Blaze...ain't a damn thing changed



Fat Joe:

It's a simple mathamatics, you gotta love us

'Cause when Joey Crack plus a gat leaves a lot of dead motherfuckers

Just when you thought I was done I recruited Pun

Terror Squad win the prize undisputed, dun

I'm form the slums where it's worse, bus' my guns 'til it hurts

for fuckin' with my funds on the first

Than go to like a mobster

Just cause she ??? over shrimp and lobster

with my Cuban partners

Lucas with the cartridge, 20 shot

Run up on any block, disrespect any cop

Used to run my spots, now I own shops

Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bill a pop

I'm hot, who wanna get burned

I'm 5'1" and your not, and wathc your whole you fuckin' head turn

You best learn to parley, I've had a hard day

Fuck around with the Don and get john blazed



(scatching Method Man sample)

John Blaze...Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed

(repeats as song fades out