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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 ">