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

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

[Verse Nina B]
In your mind you can blame me but your mouth and name me
I'm you out of office you're softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I wish a would
Listen and use your vision cause in this - hood
And sinnin in division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about
that stay home they scared to come out shook
Mothers five kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
though we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's what I'm to be
Brooklyn to I'm beggin to be
And don't write, what I'm spittin but me
B

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

[Verse
For years niggaz sold me dreams got me gassed
Made me want to get or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the in the lobby stashed
Get crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is like
It ain't coincidental in the hood we was born
You or get chumped, punk or get punked
Save your lil' 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, why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, supposed to be stressed, scared to death
you gonna be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin artists is closest to
And certain niggaz duckin me because they owe me a
I more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the up and roll a Philly

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

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