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

[Verse 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 do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it there but fuck it we can
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to them things
I'm too connected like Gotti and Nino
For a small fee find your body wreakin out in Reno
I the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close behind me 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, Chip is a
reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's time 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 you're 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 your vision cause in this - hood
And in your division you think it's all - good
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that stay home scared to come 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 {?} some 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 I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And don't nobody write, I'm spittin but me
B

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

Three]
For years sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the stashed
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 32, yo them 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 at the bottom
Most 'em hate to spit with me cause I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped with a
I keep 31 just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, promote the
While starvin artists is to sets
And certain duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the up and roll a Philly

[Verse JT]
Yeah, the Philly or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin while you niggaz just stand on your
done walked in the building, it's time to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and hundreds of
You see this Black Wall 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 shipment too big, frontin out the
I ain't trippin mayne my pockets never lonely
Franklins and Grants stick together like
Boys in tough weather makin noise forever,

Yeah mayne, it's real shit nigga and we 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]