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

One: Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is where I see me in game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as crew spit
My spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and
For a small fee they find your wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
sell weight, hammer close behind me like 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 now it's time for the thunder

[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 softer than Bush and
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 cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you it's all - good
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that stay home they to come out shook
Mothers with kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} some
Even though we the best 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 this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they this, what
We 'bout to blow bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so notice this, what
Underground with it, collars now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns
Put yo' knuckles up, catch you dawg
That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to

[Verse
For years niggaz me dreams that got me gassed
me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby
Get crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I the long way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them is like warmups
It coincidental in the hood we was born 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 at the bottom
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 like & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, to death
that you gonna be next, labels, promote the rejects
starvin artists is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because owe me a check
I spit heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So the music up and roll a Philly

Four: JT]
Yeah, the Philly or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro walked in the building, it's time to expand
Comin with of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and
of my niggaz on the corner never be lonely
Stuck in the mayne, coke packs like Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed half the owe me
My too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't even trippin mayne my never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants together like
Boys in tough weather makin forever, ahhhh

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