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Yeah, is Speezie Ace Black Bossalini
Chico, Shiznilty
I just wanna say I got love for all you haters out
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 tactics and
Ghetto when we step on the scene
Flossin' diamonds, flashin' red
My squad like the team
Security scopin', I'm with the Fourteen by any means

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

Haters be actin' the game is gone
But they open they eyes
I've been spinnin' Dead Presidents they was alive
like Newport to G.P.C.
Generic haters get quick up because they cheap
We yay

Like a shark I you under the water
Get you up in some thug shh
mobbin' and stackin' chips in the dirty Bay
Suit angles and hittin' switches, thugs ain't average
just give up all they cabbage

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

I my PO I wouldn't get no drama
But if they try to my life I'm dumpin', that's on my momma
And my little girl, the is pre-timers
Waitin' for a player like me to get behind her powered

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

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

High, high, high, powered
(Immortalized, high 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, powered
(Move thugs)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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