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

One: Bluechip]
Hey yo, is where I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew
My tool spit, metal to your side, 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 John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body out in Reno
I know the niggaz sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, close behind me like when you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in eyes
up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride
You can, if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's for the thunder

[Verse Two: B]
In your mind you can me but open 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 like I a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in this -
And sinnin in your division you think it's all -
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about
Niggaz stay home they scared to come out shook
Mothers with kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} some
Even though we 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 I'm beggin to be
And nobody write, what I'm spittin but me
B

JT]
We to blow this bitch
Niggaz work in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to this bitch
Niggaz hard in the game so they notice this, what
with it, poppin collars now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put guns down
Put yo' up, catch 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 or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them niggaz is ass
I take the long way, takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships our tour bus
A quick 32, yo shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the 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 back at the
Most 'em hate to spit with me when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, why I stay strapped with a condom
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 is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the
So turn the up and roll a Philly

[Verse JT]
Yeah, roll the or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro walked in the building, it's time 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 too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't even trippin mayne my never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick like
Boys in tough makin noise forever, ahhhh

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