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Get Low Records
Bringin the best to the
Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, it is
JT Get Low that's what it is motherfucker
Yeah, who with us nigga
Now (what goes comes around)
I'm this 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, I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to your side, you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it there but it we can bang
My Cali show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John and Nino
For a small fee they find your body out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you
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 since ninety-six now time for the thunder

[Verse Two: B]
In your mind you can blame me but open your 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 I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I wish a bitch
Listen and use your cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz that stay they scared to come out shook
with five kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just 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
to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
And nobody write, what I'm spittin but me
B

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

[Verse
For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them niggaz is ass
I take the long way, takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood we was tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get
Save 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, why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors like Baskin & Robbins
I'm now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
you gonna be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin artists is to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the
So turn the music up and a Philly

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

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