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Get Low Records
Bringin the to the table
Bluechip, B, {?}, what it is
JT Get Low motherfucker what it is motherfucker
Yeah, who with us nigga
Now (what goes around 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
Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range
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 headbusters'll show you how to throw them things
I'm too like John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body out in Reno
I know the niggaz that 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 that
You can, if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Been since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

Two: Nina B]
In your mind you can me but open your 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 I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I wish a would
and use your vision cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it about Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got
It's right in these niggaz face, but they will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm {?} some rejects
Even though we make the of what little respect, we get
is the life, that was given to me
A bitch that's what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And don't write, what I'm spittin but me
B

JT]
We 'bout to blow bitch
Niggaz work hard in the 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' up, catch you slippin dawg
That's how we do it independent now we to ball

[Verse
For years sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby
Get your crew if you want, all them is probably ass
I the long way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is warmups
It ain't in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get
your lil' craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm at the bottom
Most 'em hate to 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 Baskin &
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, 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 spit more heat, a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the up and roll a Philly

[Verse JT]
Yeah, roll the Philly or Sweet
And I ain't trippin while you just stand on your feet
Figgaro done in the building, it's time to expand
Comin with hundreds of 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, coke packs like
Bricks and pounds of half the city owe me
My shipment too big, frontin out the
I ain't even trippin my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants together like
Boys in tough weather noise forever, ahhhh

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