Tonalità: Eb major•
Verse 1
Gm
Get Low Records motherfucker
Bringin' the best to the table
Bluechip, Nina B, (?) What it is
Jt Get Low motherfucker that's
what it is motherfucker
Yeah, who fuckin' with us, nigga?
Now (what goes around comes around)
I'm puttin' this clique up nigga
against all you niggaz
Ab
Now get it right
Verse 2
Gm
Hey yo, this is where I see
me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got
your bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit,
soon as your crew spit
Ab
My tool spit, metal to your side,
watch you lose hips
Gm
And I ain't want to take it there
but fuck it we can bang
My Cali head- busters'll show you how
Ab
Gm
to throw them things
I'm too connected like
John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body
Ab
wreakin' out in Reno
Gm
I know the niggaz that sell weight,
and niggaz that stick the niggaz
That sell weight,
Ab
hammer close behind me like when you tailgate
Gm
I know you a snitch,
I can see it in your eyes
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s,
all my niggaz on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna,
Chip is a gunner
Been reignin' since ninety- six
now it's time for the thunder
Verse 3
Gm
In your mind you can blame me but
open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin' you out of office
you're softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do
you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin' a Swisher like
I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause
livin in this hood
And sinnin' in your division
Ab
you think it's all good
Gm
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and
it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared
to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and
all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face,
but they just will not look
I'm tired,
of the B.S. I'm cheatin' (?) Some rejects
Even though we make the best of what little respect,
we get
This is the life, that was given to me
A rich- ass bitch that's
Ab
what I'm fittin to be
Gm
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm
beggin to be
And don't nobody write,
Ab
what I'm spittin but me
Verse 4
Gm
We 'bout to blow this bitch Niggaz work
Ab
hard in the game so they notice this,
Gm
what
We 'bout to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game
Ab
so they notice this, what
Gm
Underground with it,
poppin' collars now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns down
Put yo' knuckles up,
catch you slippin', dawg
That's how we do it independent
Verse 5
now we 'bout to ball
Gm
For years niggaz sold me dreams
that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge
or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's
in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want,
all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way,
fuck takin' the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships
wrappin' our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them
shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood
we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk
or get punked
Save your lil' craps homey,
Ab
fuck it get drunk
Gm
Was one at the top,
but now I'm back at the bottom
Most 'em hate to spit with me
cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay
strapped with a condom
Ab
I keep 31 flavors just like
Baskin & Robbins
Gm
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed,
scared to death
Ab
That you gonna be next, record labels,
Gm
promote the rejects
While starvin' artists
is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin' me
Ab
because they owe me a check
Gm
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili,
y'all niggaz know the dealie
So turn the music up and roll a Philly
Verse 6
Gm
roll the Philly or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin' while you
niggaz just stand on your feet
Ab
Gm
Figaro done walked in the building,
it's time to expand
Comin' with hundreds of grands
and hundreds of plans
You see this Black Wall Street is for
the po' broke and hungry
None of my niggaz on the corner
never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne,
coke packs like Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed half
the city owe me
My shipment too big,
frontin' out the homies
I ain't even trippin',
mayne my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants
stick together like
Boys in tough weather makin'
noise forever, aah
Verse 7
Gm
Yeah mayne, it's real shit nigga
and we independent nigga
Fuck what'chu heard dawg,
independent is where the money is at nigga
Gm
Fuck all your major labels nig ga,
that's what it is
Jt the Bigga Figga, Nina B
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