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

[Verse Bluechip]
Hey yo, is where 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, as your crew spit
My tool spit, to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw 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 that the niggaz
sell weight, hammer close 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 that
You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a
Been reignin/rainin since now it's time for the thunder

[Verse Nina B]
In mind you can blame me but open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office you're softer than Bush and
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy
a Swisher like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in - hood
And in your division you think it's all - good
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
that stay home they scared to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
Even though we make the best of little respect, we get
is the life, that was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's what I'm to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And don't nobody write, I'm spittin but me
B

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

[Verse
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 crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck the shortcut
Now we got sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is like
It coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You or get chumped, punk or get punked
Save your lil' craps homey, it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the
Most 'em hate to spit me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay with a condom
I keep 31 just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, the rejects
While starvin artists is to sets
And niggaz duckin me because they owe me a check
I more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So the music up and roll a Philly

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

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