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Get Low Records
Bringin the best to the
Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, it is
JT Get Low motherfucker what it is motherfucker
Yeah, who with us nigga
Now (what goes around 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
Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your spit
My tool spit, to your side, watch you lose hips
And I want to take it there but fuck 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 body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you
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, is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's for the thunder

[Verse Two: B]
In your mind you can me but open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I wish a would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in this -
And sinnin in your division you think all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
that stay home they scared to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got
It's in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm {?} some rejects
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 what I'm to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And nobody write, what I'm spittin but me
B

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

[Verse
For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me
me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck takin the
Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our bus
A quick 32, yo shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood we was tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get
Save lil' craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the
Most 'em hate to spit with me cause I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay with a condom
I keep 31 flavors like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to
that you gonna be next, record labels, the rejects
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 turn the music up and roll a

Four: JT]
Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher
And I ain't trippin you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and hundreds of
You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' and hongry
None of my on the corner never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke like Tony
Bricks and pounds of 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 stick together
Boys in tough weather makin noise forever,

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