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

[Verse One:
Hey yo, is where I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to them things
I'm too connected like Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body wreakin out in
I know the that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
sell weight, hammer 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
Been since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

[Verse Two: B]
In mind you can blame me but open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office you're than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy
Smokin a Swisher like I wish a bitch
and use your vision cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about
Niggaz stay home they scared to come out shook
with 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
This is the life, was given to me
A rich-ass bitch what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to I'm beggin to be
And don't write, what I'm spittin but me
B

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

Three]
For years niggaz sold me dreams got me gassed
Made me to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby
Get your if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck takin the
Now we got sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is warmups
It ain't coincidental in the we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, or get punked
Save lil' craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the
Most 'em to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, the rejects
While starvin artists is closest to
And certain niggaz duckin me because they owe me a
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all know the deally
So the music up and roll a Philly

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

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