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

[Verse Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is where I see me in game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to your side, you lose hips
And I ain't want to it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and
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, 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 niggaz on ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a
Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's for the thunder

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

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

[Verse
For years niggaz sold me 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 the long way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is warmups
It ain't coincidental in the we was born tough
You or get chumped, punk or get punked
Save your lil' craps homey, fuck it get
Was one at the top, but now I'm at the bottom
Most 'em hate to spit with me 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, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to
that you gonna be next, record labels, the rejects
starvin artists 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 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 your
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' broke and
None of my niggaz on the never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, packs like Tony
and pounds of weed half the city owe me
My shipment too big, frontin out the
I ain't even trippin mayne my never lonely
Benjamin and Grants stick together like
Boys in weather makin noise forever, ahhhh

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