(Intro):
Yeah, this is Speezie Ace Black Bossalinie
Fetty Chico, Shiznilty
I just wanna say I got love for all you haters out there
Cause if it wasn`t for y`all, we wouldn`t be real players
Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha...
(Verse 1):
We`re comin` in group with mob tactics and game
Ghetto soldiers when we step on the scene
Flossin` diamonds flashin` red beams
My squad like the S.W.A.T. team
Security areas scopin` I`m with the Fourteen
By any means cream rules everything
Money is power rather die like a soldier than
Live my life as a coward
How many players spit the real hits?
How many ballers you know that you makin` scrill with?
Haters be actin` like the game is gone
But they ain`t open they eyes
I`ve been spendin` dead presidents since they was alive
It`s like Newport to G.P.C.
Generic haters get smoked quick up because they cheep
We Yay deep like a shark I pull you under the water
Get you caught up in some thug (Shhhh...)
Steady mobbin` and stackin` chips in the dirty Bay
Suit angles and hittin` switches thugs ain`t your average
Marks just give up all they cabbage
See the big fish eat up the guppies
It`s like real big dogs to little pound puppies
.22 to a .50 cal.(iber) got `em curious
But my style was a problem child
Robbin` banks when I was juvenile
I told my P.O. (parole officer) I wouldn`t give him no drama
But if they try to take my life I`m dumpin`, that`s on my momma
And my little girl the world is pre-timers
Waitin` for a player like me to get behind her
High Powered
(Chorus):
High-High-High-High-High
(Skit over chorus):
[...yeah playboy, real players lovin` to ball
Natural Born Riders
From the womb to the tomb
We`re real about this
We at this
Immortalized, High Powered for life
We don`t die we multiply
Thugs - Energized like them batteries
Ball for this moblife, move with Thugs...]
(Verse 2):
My life is all women and money
But the money come over women
I`m a worldwide self-made mob figure
Ain`t no room for suckers duckin` the undercovers
Keep my strap on the side for the others who hate to love us
Wanna be us, but they can`t see us
>From a womb to the tomb I`m th-a-th-a-thugged out as a fiend IS
Born sinnin` in a world of Yea-dealers
Pretty women dickin` in us niggas twirkin` off bomb and liquor
Hit the front page of St. Louis Time`s
High speed`n WESTSIDE patna
Felons committin` felonies and got the ATF all on my jock
[??] cussin` back at smilin` will never stop
We gotta duck see I`m callin` 4 or 5 different ghetto names
Bossalinie, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Ebonic Slang
Sported a rim since a B.G. original Bossalinie
I`m tatted up thugged out bulletproofed wearin` a beanie
Where the WESTSIDE at?
Where the EASTSIDE at?
Where the NORTH where the SOUTH where the WESTSIDE at?
We`re .50 caliber players mo` fools is .22`s
Murder next to my marrow killin` up streets with the blues
Bossalinie, Fetty chico, been around since `89
Steady .9-technism thuggism from the mind
To the suckers who ain`t knowin, that`s just too damned bad
I`m from the killa kali WESTSIDE
Where we ridin` for cash, I`m high powered
(Chorus):
High-High-High-High-High
(Skit over Chorus)
[...they ain`t gon win, they can`t win
We`re ridin` for ever, they can`t win
Patna, you just can`t win
We`re High Powered
You ain`t nuthin but High Coward
It`s 1999, Peep Speezie Ace Black Bossalinie
Fetty chico, Shiznilty
Immortalized
Blaooooooooow !!!!!.......................]
(Chorus til end)
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