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

[Verse Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew
My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you hips
And I ain't want to take it but fuck it we can bang
My Cali show you how to throw them things
I'm too like John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body wreakin out in
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the
that sell weight, hammer close behind me like you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in your
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin since now it's time for the thunder

Two: Nina B]
In your mind you can blame me but your mouth and name me
I'm you out of office you're softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I 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 scared to come out
Mothers with kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just will not
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
Even though we the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, that was to me
A rich-ass bitch that's I'm fittin to be
to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, I'm spittin but me
B

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

Three]
For niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby
Get your if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck takin the
Now we got corporate sponsorships our tour bus
A quick 32, yo shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, or get punked
Save your lil' craps homey, it get drunk
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 like Baskin &
I'm here now, supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, promote the
starvin artists is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because owe me a check
I more 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 trippin while you niggaz just on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's time to
Comin hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and
None of my niggaz on the corner never be
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed the city owe me
My shipment too big, out the homies
I ain't trippin mayne my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick like
Boys in tough makin noise forever, ahhhh

Yeah mayne, it's real shit 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]