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Get Low Records
the best to the table
Bluechip, B, {?}, what it is
JT Get Low motherfucker 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 where I see me in this
Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to your side, you lose hips
And I ain't to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John and Nino
For a small fee they find 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 niggaz on ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a
Been reignin/rainin ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

Two: Nina B]
In your you can blame me but open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office you're softer than Bush and
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you I was Amy Fisher
a Swisher like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think it's all -
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out
Mothers five kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just will not
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
Even though we the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, was given to me
A rich-ass that's what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm but me
B

JT]
We to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they this, what
We 'bout to blow this
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, catch you slippin
That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to

[Verse
For niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the 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 takin the
Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our bus
A quick 32, yo them is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get
Save your craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the
Most 'em to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped with a
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 to sets
And certain duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and roll a

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, it's to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and hundreds of
You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' and hongry
None of my on the corner never be lonely
in the gutter mayne, coke packs like Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed half the owe me
My shipment too big, out the homies
I ain't even trippin mayne my pockets never
Benjamin Franklins and Grants together like
Boys in tough weather makin noise forever,

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