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

[Verse Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is 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 spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw things
I'm too connected like John and Nino
For a fee they find your body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close behind me when you tailgate
I you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, is a gunner
reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

[Verse Two: B]
In your mind you can blame me but open your and name me
I'm runnin you out of you're 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 would
Listen and use your cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your you think it's all - good
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that home they scared to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just will not
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
Even we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's what I'm to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And don't write, what I'm spittin but me
B

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

[Verse
For years niggaz sold me that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the mask
Got beef? Yo the in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them is probably ass
I the long way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them is like warmups
It coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get
Save your lil' craps homey, fuck it get
Was one at the top, but now I'm at the bottom
Most 'em hate to with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped with a
I keep 31 flavors just like Baskin &
I'm here now, y'all to be stressed, scared to death
that you be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin is closest to sets
And certain niggaz me because they owe me a check
I spit heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So the music up and roll a Philly

Four: JT]
Yeah, roll the or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's to expand
Comin with hundreds of 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 like Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed the city owe me
My shipment too big, out the homies
I ain't even mayne my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick together
Boys in weather 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 Figga, Nina B [fades out]