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

[Verse Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is where I see me in game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the
And y'all niggaz gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you lose
And I want to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to them things
I'm too connected like Gotti and Nino
For a fee they find your body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close 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, stunt if you wanna, is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

Two: Nina B]
In your mind you can me but open your 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
a Swisher like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your cause 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
with five kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
Even though we make the of what little respect, we get
is the life, that was given to me
A rich-ass that's what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm but me
B

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

[Verse
For years niggaz sold me that got me gassed
me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them is probably ass
I take the long way, takin the shortcut
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 at the bottom
Most 'em hate to spit with me when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, labels, promote the rejects
While artists is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz the deally
So turn the up and roll a Philly

Four: JT]
Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher
And I ain't while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, time to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and of plans
You see Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry
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 even trippin mayne my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and stick together like
in tough weather makin noise forever, ahhhh

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