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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 comes around)
I'm puttin clique up nigga against all you niggaz
Now get it

One: Bluechip]
Hey yo, is where 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 ain't want to take it there but it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll you how to throw them things
I'm too connected John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body wreakin out in
I know the that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close behind me like you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in eyes
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that
You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a
Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's for the thunder

[Verse Nina B]
In your you can blame 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 I wish a bitch would
Listen and use vision cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in division you think it's all - good
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to out shook
Mothers five kids and all of 'em got took
right in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
though we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, was given 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 'bout to this bitch
work hard in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to this bitch
Niggaz work in the game so they notice this, what
with it, poppin collars now
Bust yo' nigga, put them guns down
Put yo' up, catch you slippin dawg
how we do it independent now we 'bout to ball

[Verse
For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me
Made me 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 way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is like
It ain't in the hood we was born 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 when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, promote the
starvin artists is closest to sets
And niggaz duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all know the deally
So turn the music up and roll a

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

Yeah mayne, it's real nigga 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, B [fades out]