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

One: Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the
And niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it there but it we can bang
My headbusters'll show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and
For a small fee find your body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer 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 on that ride
You can, if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Been since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

[Verse Nina B]
In your mind you can blame me but open your and name me
I'm runnin you out of office softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy
Smokin a Swisher like I wish a bitch
Listen and use your vision cause in this - hood
And in your division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz that stay home scared to come out shook
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 best of little respect, we get
This is the life, was given to me
A rich-ass bitch what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm but me
B

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

[Verse
For years niggaz sold me dreams got me gassed
me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the stashed
Get your crew if you want, all niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck takin the
Now we got corporate wrappin our tour bus
A 32, yo them shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood we was tough
You or get chumped, punk 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, that's why I strapped with a condom
I keep 31 just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, the rejects
While starvin artists is closest to
And certain niggaz duckin me they owe me a check
I spit more heat, a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the up and roll a Philly

Four: JT]
Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher
And I ain't while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, time to expand
with hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my niggaz on the never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke like Tony
and pounds of weed half the city owe me
My too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't trippin mayne my pockets never lonely
Franklins and Grants stick together like
Boys in tough weather makin forever, ahhhh

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