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Get Low Records
the best to the table
Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, 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 all you niggaz
Now get it

[Verse Bluechip]
Hey yo, is where I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew
My tool spit, to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like Gotti and Nino
For a fee they find your body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer 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 ninety-six now it's for the thunder

[Verse Nina B]
In your mind you can me but open your mouth 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 a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in - hood
And sinnin in your division you think it's all -
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz that stay they scared to come out shook
Mothers with five and all of 'em got took
It's in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm {?} some rejects
Even though we make the best of little respect, we get
This is the life, that was to me
A rich-ass bitch what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to I'm beggin to be
And nobody 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 bitch
work hard in the game so they notice this, what
Underground it, poppin collars now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns
Put yo' up, catch you slippin dawg
how we do it independent now we 'bout to ball

[Verse
For years sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the in the lobby stashed
Get crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is like
It ain't coincidental in the we was born tough
You or get chumped, punk or get punked
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 strapped with a condom
I 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to
that you be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin artists is to sets
And certain niggaz me because 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 Sweet
And I ain't trippin while you just stand on your feet
Figgaro walked in the building, it's time to expand
with hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Black Wall is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my niggaz on the never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke like Tony
and pounds of weed half the city owe me
My too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't even trippin mayne my pockets lonely
Franklins and Grants stick together like
Boys in weather makin noise forever, ahhhh

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