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Get Low motherfucker
Bringin the 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 this up nigga against all you niggaz
Now get it

[Verse One:
Hey yo, this is where I see me in this
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to your side, you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it there but it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw 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 sell weight, and niggaz that the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close behind me like you tailgate
I you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes
up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a
Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now time for the thunder

Two: Nina B]
In your mind you can blame me but open your 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 I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think it's all -
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz that home they scared to come out shook
Mothers five kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in 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 that's I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to I'm beggin to be
And don't write, what I'm spittin but me
B

JT]
We 'bout to blow this
Niggaz work hard in the game so notice this, what
We 'bout to blow this
Niggaz work in the game so they notice this, what
Underground with it, collars now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns
Put yo' up, catch you slippin dawg
That's how we do it independent now we 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 in the lobby stashed
Get your if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I the long way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A 32, yo them shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood we was tough
You chump or get chumped, or get punked
Save your lil' craps homey, fuck it get
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, why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, the rejects
While starvin is closest to sets
And certain niggaz me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and roll a

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

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 Bigga Figga, Nina B [fades