Work Hard - The Game feat Get Low, JT
[JT]
Get Low Records motherf_cker
Bringin the best to the table
Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, what it is
JT Get Low motherf_cker that's what it is motherf_cker
Yeah, who f_ckin with us n_gga
Now (what goes around comes around)
I'm puttin this clique up n_gga against all you n_ggaz
Now get it right
[Verse One: Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is where I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your b_tch all in the Range
And y'all n_ggaz ain't gon' do sh_t, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it there but f_ck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body wreakin out in Reno
I know the n_ggaz that sell weight, and n_ggaz that stick the n_ggaz
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 n_ggaz on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder
[Verse Two: Nina B]
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 b_tch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think it's all - good
Got n_ggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
N_ggaz that stay home they scared to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these n_ggaz 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 b_tch that's what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm spittin but me
Nina B
[Chorus: JT]
We 'bout to blow this b_tch
N_ggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to blow this b_tch
N_ggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
Underground with it, poppin collars now
Bust yo' sh_t n_gga, put them guns down
Put yo' knuckles up, catch you slippin dawg
That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to ball
[Verse Three]
For years n_ggaz 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 n_ggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, f_ck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them sh_ts 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, f_ck it get drunk
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
Sh_t is real, that's why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin artists is closest to sets
And certain n_ggaz duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all n_ggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and roll a Philly
[Verse Four: JT]
Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin while you n_ggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro 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 hongry
None of my n_ggaz 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, ahhhh
Yeah mayne, it's real sh_t n_gga and we independent n_gga
F_ck what'chu heard dawg, independent is where the money is at n_gga
F_ck all your major labels n_gga, that's what it is
JT the Bigga Figga, Nina B [fades out]
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