Work Hard
Get Low Lyrics


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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
Now get it right

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
My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali head-busters'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 niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
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 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

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 you think it's all good
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 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

We 'bout to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
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 now we 'bout to ball

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, fuck 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
Shit 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 niggaz duckin' me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the dealie
So turn the music up and roll a Philly

Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin' while you niggaz just stand on your feet
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

Yeah mayne, it's real shit nigga and we independent nigga
Fuck what'chu heard dawg, independent is where the money is at nigga




Fuck all your major labels nigga, that's what it is
Jt the Bigga Figga, Nina B

Overall Meaning

The 2003 song "Work Hard" by Get Low is performed through the perspectives of Bluechip, Nina B, and JT The Bigga Figga, who are all a part of the independent hip hop label Get Low Records. Each artist shares their thoughts on the grind of the music industry, from the challenges of poverty and violence to the unfairness of record labels promoting inadequate talent. Nina B represents the voice of the masses, observing the marginalization plaguing struggling artists while expressing her desire for success as an artist. JT The Bigga Figga, on the other hand, portrays himself as someone who has encountered his fair share of legal battles and street fights but has come out on top thanks to his knowledge of the industry and tenacity. Bluechip, wrapping up the track, outlines his plans to succeed through violent means by metaphorically comparing guns to pens.


The song invokes a sense of determination through its hook, which states: "We're about to blow this bitch/N*ggas work hard in the game so they notice this/Underground with it, popping collars now/Bust yo s*it n*gga, put them guns down." Overall the track conveys the message that, regardless of the situation, hard work and perseverance will triumph, although it is not always easy in the cutthroat world of the independent music industry.


Line by Line Meaning

Get Low Records motherfucker
Introducing the artist and their record label


Bringin' the best to the table
Promising to deliver high-quality music


Bluechip, Nina B, (?) What it is
Listing the featured artists on the track


Jt Get Low motherfucker that's what it is motherfucker
Proudly stating the record label and artist's name


Yeah, who fuckin' with us, nigga?
Challenging other artists to compete with them


Now (what goes around comes around)
Acknowledging the concept of karma


I'm puttin' this clique up nigga against all you niggaz
Asserting dominance and promising to outdo other artists


Now get it right
Demanding respect from listeners


Hey yo, this is where I see me in this game
Sharing his aspirations for success in the music industry


Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range
Boasting about his wealth and status with women


And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
Challenging his opponents to fight back but anticipating their failure


My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips
Threatening violence against his enemies


And I ain't want to take it there but fuck it we can bang
Acknowledge potential for violence if challenged


My Cali head-busters'll show you how to throw them things
Referring to his violent associates out in California


I'm too connected like John Gotti and Nino
Claiming to have powerful connections


For a small fee they find your body wreakin' out in Reno
Suggesting he can have someone assassinated


I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
Implied knowledge of drug dealers and hitmen


That sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you tailgate
Having guns nearby at all times


I know you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes
Accusing someone of being a informant


Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride
Awareness of the consequences of criminal activity


You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Underscoring pride in himself as a shooter


Been reignin' since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder
Acknowledging his long-standing success and desire to be more successful


In your mind you can blame me but open your mouth and name me
Anticipating criticism and suggesting he can handle it


I'm runnin' you out of office you're softer than Bush and Cheney
Comparing his strength to politicians


Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Threatening swift, even violent retaliation


Smokin' a Swisher like I wish a bitch would
Suggesting he's always ready for confrontation and violence


Listen and use your vision cause livin in this hood
Encouraging listeners to be vigilant and cautious in dangerous situations


And sinnin' in your division you think it's all good
Telling listeners that engaging in criminal activity is not worth it


Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Implying he knows people who are risk of being killed, without necessarily being under Suge Knight's control


Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out shook
Describing the fear and intimidation that can exist in certain neighborhoods


Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got took
Suggesting how crime can affect innocent people


It's right in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
Noting how some people choose to ignore or deny the reality of their situation


I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin'
Frustrated with the difficulties of the music industry


Some rejects
Referring to being overlooked and undervalued


Even though we make the best of what little respect, we get
Acknowledging that despite the challenges, he and his crew still work hard


This is the life, that was given to me
Reflecting on how their upbringing and surroundings shaped them


A rich-ass bitch that's what I'm fittin to be
Aspiring to achieve wealth and success


Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
Expressing a desire to expand their reach globally


And don't nobody write, what I'm spittin but me
Taking pride in writing their own music


Nina B
Introducing another artist to the track


We 'bout to blow this bitch
Anticipating success and recognition


Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
Explaining the efforts required for success in the music industry


Underground with it, poppin' collars now
Achieving success despite remaining outside of mainstream music culture


Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns down
Encouraging non-violent conflict resolution


Put yo' knuckles up, catch you slippin', dawg
Suggesting a willingness to fight one-on-one if necessary


That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to ball
Describing the success that can be achieved through independence


For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed
Reflecting on how false hopes can harmfully be misleading


Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Feeling driven to pursue vengeance


Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby stashed
Threatening those who cause conflict


Get your crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
Challenging others to fight him but predicting their failure


I take the long way, fuck takin' the shortcut
Preferring the more difficult path to success


Now we got corporate sponsorships wrapping our tour bus
Being successful and achieving corporate sponsorship


A quick 32, yo them shits is like warmups
Describing how easy rapping comes to them


It ain't coincidental in the hood we was born tough
Explaining how their environment shaped them to be tough


You chump or get chumped, punk or get punked
Reasoning that in a tough community, one must either defend themselves or be victimized


Save your lil' craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Encouraging people to avoid gambling and instead get drunk


Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the bottom
Recalling how they were once successful, but now must work hard to regain it


Most 'em hate to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Indicating a skill in surprising people with their rapping ability


Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped with a condom
Describing how seriously they take their sexual health


I keep 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins
Comparing themselves to an ice cream shop with many options


I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
Asserting importance and skill


That you gonna be next, record labels, promote the rejects
Criticizing record labels for lacking support for new, lesser-known artists


While starvin' artists is closest to sets
Noting how the most talented artists are often overlooked


And certain niggaz duckin' me because they owe me a check
Describing frustration with people who refuse to pay their debts


I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the dealie
Proudly claiming to have better rap ability than others


So turn the music up and roll a Philly
Encouraging listeners to relax and enjoy the music


Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher Sweet
Encouraging smoking


And I ain't trippin' while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Asserting that others aren't working as hard as they are


Figaro done walked in the building, it's time to expand
Introducing oneself to a new audience and discussing growth


Comin' with hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans
Promising to have both money and ideas for success


You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and hungry
Describing their record label as being for those who are struggling and ambition


None of my niggaz on the corner never be lonely
Asserting that they have a strong community


Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs like Tony
Acknowledging the difficulties of their past and environment


Bricks and pounds of weed half the city owe me
Describing their success in the drug trade


My shipment too big, frontin' out the homies
Boasting about the size of their drug shipments


I ain't even trippin', mayne my pockets never lonely
Remaining confident despite their challenges


Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick together like
Making a pun comparing different types of currency to close companionship


Boys in tough weather makin' noise forever, aah
Praising themselves


Fuck all your major labels nigga, that's what it is
Disregarding the importance of major record labels


Jt the Bigga Figga, Nina B
Closing the song with the artists' names.




Lyrics © ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Joseph Tom, Jayceon Taylor

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Comments from YouTube:

@jabbar84

JT The Bigga Figga 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

@rufus5208

Does Game actually rap on this? None of the verses sound like him

@d0746

I think you're right. I thought Verse 3 but I think thats someone from the now defunct Get Low Records group

@rossfylesthadon1443

Nah he ain’t on this

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