[00:00.57](feat. Bluechip, JT)
[00:00.96](JT)
[00:01.08]Another G-Man Stan production
[00:03.66]The originator of this 808 shit in the Bay are
[00:07.17]You got your boy JT the Bigga Figga
[00:09.03]Thuggin it out with my young nigga the Game, and my homey Bluechi
[00:12.15]Blacksox, oh boy! Hooked up with Get Low Records
[00:17.19]Puttin this shit together, my nigg
[00:19.59]It ain't a nigga in the game that could hold me dow
[00:22.23]I've been independent forever so they know me now
[00:24.69]And I'm the cat they gotta find when they wanna get signed
[00:27.15]You wanna get your paper right you gotta study my grind
[00:29.70]I'm like Rush in "Krush Groove," a nigga that bust move
[00:32.25]Right out, and tuck tools, bullets that bust dudes
[00:34.83]Ain't no beef in the briefcase, just beef for Pete's sake
[00:37.59]We round up cats, to beat 'em in a street race
[00:40.08]We count paper up, to make a nigga change his plan
[00:42.78]They under weight so they ain't gettin off they gram
[00:45.30]You mad at my boys, cause we choppin 'em in
[00:47.79]They make twenty then the Fig want 10
[00:49.77]That's the rules that the Get Low, play by
[00:51.75]The block boys stay high, California stock with K-5
[00:55.38]It's the rules that the Get Low play by
[00:57.36]Them block boys stay high, the California K-5
[00:59.64](Chorus: The Game)
[01:00.00]Huh, it's the Blacksox doin a joint together
[01:01.59]The whole world stoppin to listen, ol' breakers poplockin to this
[01:04.71]And white boys headboppin in 6's, niggas boxin in priso
[01:07.74]Niggas bang hard like a conjugal visi
[01:09.78]And the game ain't big enough for niggaz so move ove
[01:12.60]Matter fact, move out, we takin over
[01:14.79]Them boys is comin, and they aimin straight for the neck
[01:17.22]The B-L-A, C-K, S-O-X
[01:19.05](Bluechip)
[01:19.23]Yo, yo, well it's the B dot L dot, you know the rest
[01:22.35]Wanted by the feds, hated by the ATF
[01:24.24]You can catch me at the DuPont Inn, two dykes swallowin gin
[01:28.17]Shorty sucked me out of my Timbs
[01:29.67]My bad, that's your wife? **** your lif
[01:33.06]Anyway I heard you workin for vice
[01:35.22]You ain't real man you hide behind ice
[01:37.35]Youse a impostor, snatch him off the roster
[01:40.41]Always live by the rule, get dough, or die tryin
[01:43.35]Hardcoded into shinin
[01:44.97]Pass the bucket now I'm back on bet it
[01:47.31]If, beef was erased man my tool gon' finish
[01:49.71]Never been the loudmouth type
[01:51.48]Sugar Shane of this rap shit, southpaw when the mac spi
[01:55.29]Listen rookie, don't make me mad boy
[01:57.84]Or you gon' be like Big, a dead (Bad Boy)
[02:15.21](Chorus)
[02:19.65](The Game)
[02:19.80]Niggas think they got the game sewed, yeah righ
[02:22.29]I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes
[02:24.72]If the Navi outside, I might be there
[02:27.18]Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs
[02:29.76]Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare
[02:32.16]You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear
[02:34.77]And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head
[02:37.20]And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead
[02:39.63]Then I'm goin goin, back back
[02:42.12]To the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop
[02:44.73]Niggas know I'm good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearn
[02:47.49]Cause if the game on knot, I'm callin the shots
[02:49.77]I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The LOX
[02:52.29]Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box
[02:54.78]And when I die, bury me with the glock, and a bucket of shells
[02:57.81]In case niggas want drama in hel
[03:07.44](Chorus)

(feat. Bluechip, JT)
(JT)
Another G-Man Stan production
The originator of this 808 shit in the Bay are
You got your boy JT the Bigga Figga
Thuggin it out with my young nigga the Game, and my homey Bluechi
Blacksox, oh boy! Hooked up with Get Low Records
Puttin this shit together, my nigg
It ain't a nigga in the game that could hold me dow
I've been independent forever so they know me now
And I'm the cat they gotta find when they wanna get signed
You wanna get your paper right you gotta study my grind
I'm like Rush in "Krush Groove," a nigga that bust move
Right out, and tuck tools, bullets that bust dudes
Ain't no beef in the briefcase, just beef for Pete's sake
We round up cats, to beat 'em in a street race
We count paper up, to make a nigga change his plan
They under weight so they ain't gettin off they gram
You mad at my boys, cause we choppin 'em in
They make twenty then the Fig want 10
That's the rules that the Get Low, play by
The block boys stay high, California stock with K-5
It's the rules that the Get Low play by
Them block boys stay high, the California K-5
(Chorus: The Game)
Huh, it's the Blacksox doin a joint together
The whole world stoppin to listen, ol' breakers poplockin to this
And white boys headboppin in 6's, niggas boxin in priso
Niggas bang hard like a conjugal visi
And the game ain't big enough for niggaz so move ove
Matter fact, move out, we takin over
Them boys is comin, and they aimin straight for the neck
The B-L-A, C-K, S-O-X
(Bluechip)
Yo, yo, well it's the B dot L dot, you know the rest
Wanted by the feds, hated by the ATF
You can catch me at the DuPont Inn, two dykes swallowin gin
Shorty sucked me out of my Timbs
My bad, that's your wife? **** your lif
Anyway I heard you workin for vice
You ain't real man you hide behind ice
Youse a impostor, snatch him off the roster
Always live by the rule, get dough, or die tryin
Hardcoded into shinin
Pass the bucket now I'm back on bet it
If, beef was erased man my tool gon' finish
Never been the loudmouth type
Sugar Shane of this rap shit, southpaw when the mac spi
Listen rookie, don't make me mad boy
Or you gon' be like Big, a dead (Bad Boy)
(Chorus)
(The Game)
Niggas think they got the game sewed, yeah righ
I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes
If the Navi outside, I might be there
Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs
Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare
You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear
And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head
And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead
Then I'm goin goin, back back
To the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop
Niggas know I'm good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearn
Cause if the game on knot, I'm callin the shots
I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The LOX
Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box
And when I die, bury me with the glock, and a bucket of shells
In case niggas want drama in hel
(Chorus)