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

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

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

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

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

Like a shark I you under the water
Get you caught up in some shh
Steady mobbin' and stackin' chips in the Bay
Suit angles and switches, thugs ain't your average
Marks just up all they cabbage

See the big eat up the guppies
It's like real big to little pound puppies
22 to a 50 cal got 'em
But my was a problem child
Robbin' banks when I was

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

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

High, high, high, high
(From the to the tomb)
High, high, high, powered
(We're about 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 them batteries, down here for this mob life)
High, high, high, powered
(Move thugs)

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

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

Hit the front of St. Louis Times
High speed in Westside,
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 names
Bossalini, Chico, Shiznilty, Ebonic 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?
We're 50 players, mo' fools is 22's
Murder next to my marrow, killin' up streets the blues

Bossalini, Fetty Chico, around since '89
9, technism, thuggism from the mind
To the who ain't knowin, that's just too damned bad
I'm from the Cali, Westside
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, high
([Incomprehensible] ya smell me? ain't gon win)

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

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

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

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