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

One: Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is where I see me in game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the
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 you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John and Nino
For a small fee they find body wreakin out in Reno
I the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that weight, hammer close behind me like when 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 since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

[Verse Two: B]
In your mind you can blame me but open your mouth and 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
a Swisher like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in - hood
And sinnin in division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it about Suge
Niggaz that home they scared to come out shook
with five kids 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 cheatin {?} rejects
Even though we make the of what little respect, we get
is the life, that was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm but me
B

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

[Verse
For niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey
Got Yo the burner's in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them niggaz is ass
I take the long way, fuck takin the
Now we got sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the 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 hate to spit with me when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, why I stay strapped with a condom
I 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all to be stressed, scared to death
you gonna be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin artists is to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because they owe me a
I spit heat, than 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 ain't trippin while you niggaz just stand on feet
Figgaro done in the building, it's time to expand
Comin with 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, 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 together like
Boys in tough makin noise forever, ahhhh

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