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

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, red beams
My like the SWAT team
Security areas scopin', I'm with the Fourteen by any

rules everythin, money is power
Rather die like a soldier live my life as a coward
How many players the real hits?
How many you know that you makin' scrill with?

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

Like a shark I pull you under the
Get you up in some thug shh
Steady 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 eat up the guppies
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 wouldn't get no
But if they try to take my life I'm dumpin', that's on my
And my little girl, the is pre-timers
Waitin' for a player me to get behind her high powered

High, high, high, powered
(Yeah playboy, real lovin' to ball)
High, high, high, powered
(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, powered for life)
High, high, high, high
(We die, we multiply, thugs)

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

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

Wanna be us, but they see us
From a to the tomb, I'm th-a-th-a-thugged out as a fiend is
Born sinnin' in a world of yay
Pretty women dickin' in us niggas twirkin' off bomb and

Hit the page of St. Louis Times
speed in Westside, patna
Felons committin' felonies and got the ATF all on my
Bitches cussin' back and smilin' will stop

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

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

Bossalini, Fetty Chico, around since '89
Steady 9, technism, thuggism from the
To the suckers who ain't knowin, just too damned bad
I'm from the killa Cali,
Where we ridin' for cash, I'm powered

High, high, high, high
(Yeah, they tryin to kick the thugs out the ghetto, they want to)
High, high, high, powered
([Incomprehensible] ya smell me? They gon win)

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

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

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

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