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

One: Bluechip]
Hey yo, is where I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as crew spit
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 like John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the
sell weight, hammer close behind me like when 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, if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Been since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

Two: Nina B]
In your mind you can blame me but open mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I a bitch would
Listen and use your vision livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your you think it's all - good
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that stay home scared to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got
right in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm {?} some rejects
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 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 to blow this bitch
Niggaz work in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to blow 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 now we 'bout to ball

[Verse
For years niggaz me dreams that got me gassed
Made me to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the stashed
Get crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck the shortcut
Now we got sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them is like warmups
It ain't 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 back at the
Most 'em hate to spit with me cause when I rap I 'em
Shit is real, why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just like & Robbins
I'm here now, supposed to be stressed, scared to death
you gonna be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While artists is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because they owe me a
I spit more heat, a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So the music up and roll a Philly

[Verse JT]
Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher
And I ain't trippin you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's time to
Comin hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' and hongry
None of my niggaz on the corner be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, packs 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
Franklins and Grants stick together like
Boys in weather makin noise forever, ahhhh

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