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

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

[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 Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I wish a would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in this -
And sinnin in your you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to out shook
Mothers five kids and all of 'em got took
It's in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm {?} some rejects
though we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, was given to me
A rich-ass that's what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And nobody write, what I'm spittin but me
B

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

[Verse
For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me
Made me to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the stashed
Get your 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 we was born tough
You or get chumped, punk 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 with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just like & Robbins
I'm now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, labels, promote the rejects
While artists is closest to sets
And certain duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the
So turn the music up and roll a

[Verse JT]
Yeah, roll the Philly or Sweet
And I ain't trippin you niggaz just stand on your feet
done walked in the building, it's time to expand
Comin with of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my on the corner never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke like 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 stick like
Boys in weather makin noise forever, ahhhh

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