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Bluechip, B, {?}, what it is
JT Get Low motherfucker what it is motherfucker
Yeah, who fuckin us nigga
Now (what around comes around)
I'm puttin this clique up nigga all you niggaz
Now get it

[Verse One:
Hey yo, this is where I see me in game
Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it there but fuck it we can
My Cali show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and
For a small fee they find your body wreakin out in
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close me like when you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in eyes
up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a
Been since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

Two: Nina B]
In mind you can blame me but open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you I was Amy Fisher
a Swisher like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in - hood
And in your division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out
Mothers five kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
Even though we the best of what little respect, we get
is the life, that was given to me
A rich-ass bitch what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm but me
B

JT]
We 'bout to blow bitch
Niggaz work hard in the so they notice this, what
We 'bout to this bitch
Niggaz work in the game so they notice this, what
Underground with it, collars now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put guns down
Put yo' knuckles up, catch you slippin
That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to

[Verse
For niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the stashed
Get your crew if you want, all niggaz is probably ass
I the long way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is warmups
It ain't in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, or get punked
your lil' craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm at the bottom
Most 'em hate to spit me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
is real, that's why I stay strapped with a condom
I 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, labels, promote the rejects
While artists is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because owe me a check
I spit more heat, a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and a Philly

Four: JT]
Yeah, roll the or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's time to
Comin with hundreds of grands and of plans
You see this Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry
of my niggaz on the corner never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed half the owe me
My too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't trippin mayne my pockets never lonely
Benjamin and Grants stick together like
Boys in tough weather makin forever, ahhhh

Yeah mayne, it's shit nigga and we independent nigga
Fuck what'chu heard dawg, independent is where the money is at
Fuck all your major nigga, that's what it is
JT the Bigga Figga, Nina B [fades