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

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

[Verse Nina B]
In your 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 like I was Amy
Smokin a Swisher I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in this -
And sinnin in your you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it about Suge
Niggaz that stay home they to come out shook
Mothers with kids and all of 'em got took
right in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
Even we make the best of what little respect, we get
is the life, that was given to me
A bitch that's what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And don't nobody write, I'm spittin but me
B

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

Three]
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 them is probably ass
I take the way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is warmups
It coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get
Save your craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm at the bottom
Most 'em hate to spit with me cause when I rap I 'em
Shit is real, why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, 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 me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and roll a

Four: JT]
Yeah, roll the or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin while you niggaz just on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, time to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and hundreds of
You see this Black Wall is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my on the corner never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed half the owe me
My shipment too big, frontin out the
I ain't even mayne my pockets never lonely
Franklins and Grants stick together like
Boys in tough makin noise forever, ahhhh

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