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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 up nigga 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 bitch all in the Range
And y'all ain't gon' 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 it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw things
I'm too like John Gotti and Nino
For a fee they find your body wreakin out in Reno
I the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer behind me like when you tailgate
I you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on ride
You can, if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

[Verse Nina B]
In your mind you can me but open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office you're softer than and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I a bitch would
and use your vision cause livin in this - hood
And in your division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz stay home they scared to come out shook
Mothers with five 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
Even though we make the of what little respect, we get
This is the life, that was 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, what I'm but me
B

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

Three]
For years niggaz sold me dreams got me gassed
Made me to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the in the lobby stashed
Get your if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I the long way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships 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, or get punked
Save lil' craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the
Most 'em hate to with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
is real, that's why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, the rejects
While starvin artists is closest to
And niggaz 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

Four: JT]
Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher
And I ain't trippin while you niggaz just stand on feet
Figgaro done in the building, it's time to expand
with hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' and hongry
of my niggaz on the corner never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke like Tony
Bricks and pounds of half the city owe me
My shipment too big, out the homies
I ain't even mayne my pockets never lonely
Benjamin and Grants stick together like
Boys in tough weather noise forever, ahhhh

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