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

[Verse Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as crew spit
My tool spit, metal to 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 them things
I'm too connected John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer behind me like when you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in 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 now it's time for the thunder

[Verse Two: B]
In your mind you can blame me but open mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office you're softer 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
Listen and use your cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think it's all -
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
that stay home they scared to come out shook
Mothers five 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 {?} some rejects
Even though we the best of what little respect, we get
is the life, that 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
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this,
We 'bout to blow this
Niggaz work hard in the so they notice this, what
Underground with it, collars now
yo' shit nigga, put them guns down
Put yo' up, catch you slippin dawg
That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to

[Verse
For years niggaz sold me that got me gassed
me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got Yo the burner's in the lobby stashed
Get crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck the shortcut
Now we got corporate wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is warmups
It coincidental in the hood we was born tough
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
'em hate to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped a condom
I keep 31 flavors just like & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, the rejects
While starvin artists is closest to
And certain niggaz duckin me they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and roll a

[Verse JT]
Yeah, roll the or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't while you niggaz just 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 Street is for the po' broke and
None of my niggaz on the corner never be
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs Tony
and pounds of weed half the city owe me
My too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't trippin mayne my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and stick together like
Boys in tough makin noise forever, ahhhh

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