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Get Low Records
Bringin the to the table
Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, it is
JT Get Low motherfucker that's it is motherfucker
Yeah, who fuckin us nigga
Now (what around 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
Benz Coupe, Maserati, I got your bitch all in the Range
And niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you hips
And I ain't want to it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that weight, hammer close behind me like when you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in eyes
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 blame me but open 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 like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in - hood
And sinnin in your division you it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out
Mothers with five 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 {?} some rejects
Even though we make the 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
Brooklyn to I'm beggin to be
And nobody write, what I'm spittin but me
B

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

Three]
For years sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby
Get your crew if you want, all them niggaz is ass
I take the long way, fuck the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships 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, or get punked
your lil' craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm at the bottom
Most 'em to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay with a condom
I 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, supposed to be stressed, scared to death
you gonna be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin artists is closest to
And niggaz duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a 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 trippin while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done in the building, it's time to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and hundreds of
You see this Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my niggaz on the corner never be
Stuck in the gutter mayne, packs like Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed the city owe me
My shipment too big, out the homies
I even trippin mayne my pockets never lonely
Franklins and Grants stick together like
Boys in tough weather makin forever, ahhhh

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