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

[Verse One:
Hey yo, this is I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, I got your 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 hips
And I want to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and
For a small fee find your body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close me like when you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in your
up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a
Been since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

[Verse Two: 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 play me I do you I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I a bitch would
and use your vision cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it about Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out
Mothers with kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just will not
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
Even though we the best 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
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm but me
B

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

Three]
For years sold me dreams that got me gassed
me want 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 way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is like
It ain't coincidental in the we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get
Save your lil' craps homey, 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
Shit is real, why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors like Baskin & Robbins
I'm now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
you gonna be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin is closest to sets
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 music up and a Philly

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

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