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

[Verse One:
Hey yo, this is I see me in this game
Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range
And niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw them
I'm too connected like John and Nino
For a small fee they your body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the
that sell weight, close behind me like when you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in your
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on ride
You can, if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
reignin/rainin 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 you're softer than and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
a Swisher like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think all - good
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Niggaz stay home they scared to come out shook
with five kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm {?} some rejects
Even we make the best of what little respect, we get
is the life, that was given to me
A rich-ass bitch what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to I'm beggin to be
And don't write, what I'm spittin but me
B

JT]
We 'bout to blow this
Niggaz work hard in the game so notice this, what
We 'bout to blow this
Niggaz work hard in the so they notice this, what
Underground with it, 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 sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the stashed
Get crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I the long way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, or get punked
Save your lil' homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm at the bottom
Most 'em hate to spit me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped with a
I keep 31 flavors just like Baskin &
I'm here now, y'all to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, the rejects
While artists is closest to sets
And certain niggaz me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz the deally
So the music up and roll a Philly

Four: JT]
Yeah, the Philly or Swisher Sweet
And I trippin while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's to expand
Comin with hundreds of 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 mayne, coke packs like Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed the city owe me
My too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't even trippin mayne my pockets never
Franklins and Grants stick together like
Boys in tough weather noise forever, ahhhh

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