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Get Low motherfucker
Bringin the best to the
Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, it is
JT Get Low motherfucker what it is motherfucker
Yeah, who fuckin us nigga
Now (what goes comes around)
I'm puttin this clique up against 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 all in the Range
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 to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and
For a small fee they find your wreakin out in Reno
I the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
sell 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 on that 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 mind you can blame me but your mouth 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 I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher 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 about Suge
Niggaz stay home they scared to come out shook
with five kids and all of 'em got took
It's in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} some
though we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, that was to me
A rich-ass bitch what I'm fittin 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
work hard in the game so they notice this, what
Underground it, poppin collars now
Bust yo' nigga, put them 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 revenge or get the hockey
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby
Get your if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo shits is like warmups
It coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, or get punked
Save your craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm at the bottom
'em hate to spit 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 Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, the rejects
While starvin is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because 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

Four: JT]
Yeah, roll the 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 of plans
You see Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my niggaz on the corner be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, packs like Tony
Bricks and of weed half the city owe me
My too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't even trippin mayne my never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and stick together like
Boys in tough weather noise forever, ahhhh

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