Work Hard - Remastered

Get Low Records motherfucker

Bringing the best to the table

Blue Chip, Nina B, Lord Nez, what it is?

JT, Get Low motherfucker

That's what it is motherfucker

Yeah, who fucking with us nigga?

Now, what goes around comes around

I'm putting this clique up nigga against all you niggas

Now get it right

Ayo, this is where I see me in this game

Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range

And y'all niggas ain't gon' do shit

Soon as your crew spit, my tool spit

Metal to your side, watch you lose hips

And I ain't wanna take it there, but fuck it we can bang

My Cali headbussaz will show you how to throw them thangs

I'm too connected like John Gotti and Nino

For a small fee, they find your body reeking out in Reno

I know them niggas that sell weight

And niggas that stick to niggas that sell weight

Hammer close behind me like when you tailgate

I know you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes

Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggas on that ride

You can stunt if you wanna, Chip is a gunner

Been reigning since '96, now it's time for the thunder

In your mind, you could blame me

But open your mouth and name me

I'm running you out of offers

You softer than Bush and Cheney

Go 'head and try to play me

I'll do you like I was Amy Fisher

Smoking a Swisher like I wish a bitch would

Listen and use your vision 'cause living in this hood

Is sinning in pure division, you thinking it's all good

Got niggas on death row and it ain't about Suge

Niggas that stay home, they scared to come out, shook

Mothers with five kids and all of them got took

It's right in these niggas' face, but they just will not look

I'm tired of the B.S., them cheating us like them rejects

Even though we make the best, so what little respect we get?

This is the life that was given to me

A rich ass bitch, that's what I'm fitting to be

Brooklyn to Bangkok, I'm bigging the B

And don't nobody write what I'm spitting but me

Nina B

We 'bout to blow this bitch

Niggas worked hard in the game so they notice this

What?

We 'bout to blow this bitch

Niggas worked hard in the game so they notice this

What?

Underground with it, popping collars now

Bust your shit nigga, put them guns down

Put your knuckles up, catch you slipping dog

That's how we do it independent, now we 'bout to ball

For years niggas sold me dreams and got me gassed

Made me wanna get revenge and get the hockey mask

Got beef? Yo, the burner's in the lobby stash

Get your crew if you want, all them niggas is probably ass

I take the long way, fuck taking a shortcut

Now we got corporate sponsorships, rap on our tour bus

A quick 32? Yo, them shits is like warm ups

It ain't coincidental, in the hood we was born tough

You jump or get jumped, punk or get punked

Sell your little cracks, homie fuck and get drunk

Was once at the top, but now I'm back at the bottom

Most 'em hate to spit with me 'cause when I rap it's a problem

Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped with a condom

And keep dirty war on flavor just like Baskin and Robbin

I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed

Scared to death that you gonna be next

Record labels promote the rejects

While starving artists is close as it sets

And certain niggas ducking me because they owe me a check

I spit more heat than a bowl of chili

Y'all niggas know the dilly

So turn the music up and roll a Philly

Yeah, roll a Philly, a Swisher Sweet

And I ain't tripping while you niggas just stand on your feet

Figga rolled and walked in the building, it's time to expand

Coming with hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans

You see this Black Wall Street is for the poor broke and hungry

None of my niggas 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, fronting out the homies

I ain't even tripping mayne, my pockets never lonely

Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick together

Like boys in tough weather, making noise forever

Ah

Yeah mayne

It's real shit nigga and we independent nigga

Fuck what you heard dog

Independent is where the money is at nigga

Fuck all you major labels nigga

That's what it is

JT, Bigga Figga, Nina B, Lord Nez, and Blue Chip

Get Low on the East nigga

Holla