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

One: Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is where I see me in this
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the
And niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to side, watch you lose hips
And I want 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 your body out in Reno
I the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you
I know you a snitch, I can see it in eyes
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a
Been since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

[Verse Nina B]
In your mind you can 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 me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in - hood
And sinnin in your division you think it's all -
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz that stay home they to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got
It's right in these niggaz face, but just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm {?} some rejects
Even though we the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm but me
B

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

[Verse
For niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the mask
Got Yo the burner's in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want, all 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 is like warmups
It coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You or get chumped, punk 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 to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just like & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to
that you gonna be next, record labels, promote the
While artists is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because they owe me a
I spit heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So the music up and roll a Philly

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

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