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

[Verse Bluechip]
Hey yo, is where I see me in this game
Coupe, Maserati, plus 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, watch you hips
And I want to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and
For a fee they find your body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close 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 ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a
Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's for the thunder

[Verse Two: B]
In your you can blame me but open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of you're softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy
Smokin a Swisher I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it about Suge
Niggaz that stay home scared to come out shook
Mothers five kids and all of 'em got took
right in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} some
Even though we make the best of what respect, we get
This is the life, was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's 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
work hard in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the so they notice this, what
with 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 niggaz me dreams that got me gassed
me want to get revenge 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 sponsorships wrappin our bus
A 32, yo them shits is like warmups
It coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, or get punked
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, that's why I strapped with a condom
I 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, promote the
While starvin artists is closest to
And certain niggaz me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and roll a

[Verse JT]
Yeah, roll the or Swisher Sweet
And I trippin while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done in the building, it's time to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and of plans
You see this Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry
of my niggaz on the corner never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, packs like Tony
and pounds of weed 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 weather makin noise forever, ahhhh

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