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Get Low Records
Bringin the to the table
Bluechip, B, {?}, what it is
JT Get Low motherfucker what it is motherfucker
Yeah, who fuckin us nigga
Now (what goes around around)
I'm this 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, plus I got your bitch all in the
And y'all niggaz ain't do shit, soon as your crew spit
My spit, metal to your side, watch you lose 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 they find body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the
that sell weight, hammer close 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 time for the

Two: Nina B]
In your you can blame me but open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office you're softer than Bush and
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in division you think it's all - good
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to out shook
Mothers five 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 {?} some rejects
Even we make the best 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 I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm but me
B

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

[Verse
For years niggaz me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby
Get crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck takin the
Now we got sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A 32, yo them shits 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 just Baskin & Robbins
I'm now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you be next, record labels, promote 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 niggaz know the
So turn the up and roll a Philly

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

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