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Yeah, is Speezie Ace Black Bossalini
Fetty Chico,
I just say I got love for all you haters out there
Cause if it wasn't for y'all, we be real players

High, high, high, high, on
High, high, high, high, on
High, high,

We're in group with mob tactics and game
Ghetto when we step on the scene
Flossin' diamonds, red beams
My squad like the team
Security areas scopin', I'm with the by any means

Cream rules everythin, is power
Rather die like a than live my life as a coward
How players spit the real hits?
How many ballers you that you makin' scrill with?

Haters be like the game is gone
But they ain't open eyes
I've been spinnin' Presidents since they was alive
like Newport to G.P.C.
Generic haters get quick up because they cheap
We yay

Like a shark I pull you the water
Get you caught up in some shh
Steady and stackin' chips in the dirty Bay
Suit angles and hittin' switches, thugs your average
Marks just give up all they

See the big fish eat up the
like real big dogs to little pound puppies
22 to a 50 cal got 'em
But my was a problem child
banks when I was juvenile

I told my PO I get no drama
But if they try to my life I'm dumpin', that's on my momma
And my little girl, the world is
Waitin' for a player like me to get behind her high

High, high, high, powered
(Yeah playboy, real lovin' to ball)
High, high, high, powered
(Natural riders)

High, high, high, powered
(From the to the tomb)
High, high, high, powered
(We're about this, we at this)

High, high, high, powered
(Immortalized, powered for life)
High, high, high, powered
(We die, we multiply, thugs)

High, high, high, high
(Energized like them batteries, here for this mob life)
High, high, high, high
(Move thugs)

My life is all and money but the money come over women
I'm a self-made mob figure
Ain't no room for suckers the undercovers
Keep my on the side for the others that hate to love us

Wanna be us, but they see us
From a womb to the tomb, I'm out as a fiend is
Born sinnin' in a of yay dealers
Pretty women in us niggas twirkin' off bomb and liquor

Hit the front page of St. Times
High in Westside, patna
Felons committin' felonies and got the ATF all on my
cussin' back and smilin' will never stop

We gotta duck, see I'm callin' 4 or 5 different ghetto
Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Slang
Sported a rim since a BG original
I'm tatted up thugged out wearin' a beanie

the Westside at? Where the Eastside at?
Where the North, the South, where the Westside at?
We're 50 caliber players, mo' fools is
next to my marrow, killin' up streets with the blues

Bossalini, Fetty Chico, been around '89
Steady 9, technism, from the mind
To the who ain't knowin, that's just too damned bad
I'm from the Cali, Westside
we ridin' for cash, I'm high powered

High, high, high, high
(Yeah, they to kick the real thugs out the ghetto, they want to)
High, high, high, high
([Incomprehensible] ya smell me? ain't gon win)

High, high, high, high
(They can't win, we're forever, they can't win)
High, high, high, powered
(Patna, they can't win, we high powered)

High, high, high, powered
(You nothin but high cowards, it's 1999)
High, high, high, powered
(Peep Speezie Ace Bossalini)

High, high, high, high
(Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Immortalized)
High, high, high, powered

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