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

[Verse One:
Hey yo, this is where I see me in game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you hips
And I ain't want to take it there but it we can bang
My Cali show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you
I you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that
You can, if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's time for the

[Verse Nina B]
In your mind you can 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 Swisher I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision livin in this - hood
And sinnin in division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz that home they scared to come out shook
Mothers with five and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} some
Even though we make the best of little respect, we get
is the life, that was given to me
A rich-ass bitch what I'm fittin 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 they this, what
We 'bout to blow bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this,
Underground with it, poppin now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them down
Put yo' knuckles up, you slippin dawg
how we do it independent now we 'bout to ball

[Verse
For years sold me dreams that got me gassed
me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck the shortcut
Now we got sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood we was tough
You chump or get chumped, 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
Shit is real, that's why I strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all to be stressed, scared 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, niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and a Philly

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

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 nigga, that's what it is
JT the Figga, Nina B [fades out]