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Get Low Records
the best to the table
Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, it is
JT Get Low motherfucker that's what it is
Yeah, who fuckin us nigga
Now (what goes around around)
I'm puttin this clique up against all you niggaz
Now get it

[Verse One:
Hey yo, this is where I see me in this
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, as your crew spit
My tool spit, to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to them things
I'm too like John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer behind me like when you tailgate
I you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on ride
You can, if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's 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 you're softer than Bush and
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 cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out
Mothers with five and all of 'em got took
It's right in niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
Even though we make the best of little respect, we get
This is the life, that was to me
A rich-ass bitch that's 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 this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this,
We 'bout to blow bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they this, what
Underground with it, poppin now
Bust yo' nigga, put them guns down
Put yo' up, catch you slippin dawg
That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to

Three]
For years niggaz sold me that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the stashed
Get crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get
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 keep 31 flavors just like & Robbins
I'm now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, promote the
While starvin artists is closest to
And certain niggaz duckin me because owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and a Philly

[Verse JT]
Yeah, the Philly or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's time to
Comin with of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my niggaz on the never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, packs like Tony
Bricks and pounds of half the city owe me
My too big, frontin out the homies
I even trippin mayne my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and stick together like
Boys in tough weather makin noise forever,

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