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

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

Two: Nina B]
In mind you can blame me but open your mouth and name me
I'm you out of office you're softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy
Smokin a like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use vision cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about
Niggaz that stay they scared to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm {?} some rejects
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 what I'm to be
to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, I'm spittin but me
B

JT]
We to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so notice this, what
We 'bout to this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they this, what
Underground with it, poppin 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

[Verse
For years sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey
Got Yo the burner's in the lobby 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 our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood we was born
You or get chumped, punk or get punked
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
is real, that's why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, to death
that you gonna be next, labels, promote the rejects
While starvin is closest to sets
And certain duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all know the deally
So turn the music up and roll a

Four: JT]
Yeah, roll the or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin while you niggaz just stand on your
Figgaro done in the building, it's time to expand
Comin with of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and
None of my niggaz on the never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs like
Bricks and pounds of weed the city owe me
My too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't even trippin my pockets never lonely
Benjamin and Grants stick together like
Boys in tough makin noise forever, ahhhh

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