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

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

We're comin' in group with mob and game
soldiers when we step on the scene
Flossin' diamonds, flashin' red
My squad like the SWAT
Security scopin', I'm with the Fourteen by any means

Cream everythin, money is power
die like a soldier than live my life as a coward
How many players the real hits?
How many ballers you know that you scrill with?

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

Like a I pull you under the water
Get you caught up in some shh
mobbin' and stackin' chips in the dirty Bay
Suit angles and hittin' switches, ain't your average
Marks just give up all they

See the big fish eat up the
It's real big dogs to little pound puppies
22 to a 50 cal got 'em
But my style was a child
Robbin' when I was juvenile

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

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

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

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

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

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

be us, but they can't see us
From a to the tomb, I'm th-a-th-a-thugged out as a fiend is
Born sinnin' in a of yay dealers
Pretty women dickin' in us niggas twirkin' off and liquor

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

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

Where the Westside at? Where the at?
Where the North, where the South, where the at?
50 caliber players, mo' fools is 22's
Murder next to my marrow, killin' up streets the blues

Bossalini, Fetty Chico, been since '89
9, technism, thuggism from the mind
To the suckers who ain't knowin, just too damned bad
I'm from the Cali, Westside
Where we ridin' for cash, I'm high

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

High, high, high, powered
(You ain't but high cowards, it's 1999)
High, high, high, powered
(Peep Ace Black Bossalini)

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

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