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Get Low motherfucker
the best to the table
Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, it is
JT Get Low motherfucker that's what it is
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 I see me in this game
Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz 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 but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw them
I'm too like John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close behind me when you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in your
up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's time for the

[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 than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I a bitch would
Listen and use vision 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 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 just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
Even we make the best 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 I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm but me
B

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

[Verse
For years niggaz sold me that got me gassed
me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby
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 like
It ain't coincidental in the we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, or get punked
Save your lil' homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the
Most 'em to spit 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 & Robbins
I'm now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While artists is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me 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, roll the Philly or Sweet
And I ain't trippin while you niggaz stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's to expand
Comin hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans
You see Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my niggaz on the corner never be
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed the city owe me
My too big, frontin out the homies
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 shit nigga and we independent
Fuck heard dawg, independent is where the money is at nigga
Fuck all your labels nigga, that's what it is
JT the Figga, Nina B [fades out]