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Yeah, this is 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 be real players

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

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

Cream rules everythin, money is
Rather die like a than 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 they eyes
I've been Dead Presidents since they was alive
like Newport to G.P.C.
Generic get smoked quick up because they cheap
We yay

a shark I pull you under the water
Get you caught up in thug shh
Steady mobbin' and stackin' chips in the Bay
Suit and hittin' switches, thugs ain't your average
Marks give up all they cabbage

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

I my PO I wouldn't get no drama
But if try to take 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 high

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

High, high, high, high
(Energized like 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 self-made mob figure
Ain't no for suckers duckin' the undercovers
Keep my strap on the for the others that hate to love us

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

Hit the front page of St. Louis
High in Westside, patna
Felons committin' felonies and got the ATF all on my
Bitches cussin' back and will 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 out bulletproofed wearin' a beanie

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

Bossalini, Fetty Chico, 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 killa Cali,
Where we ridin' for cash, I'm high

High, high, high, high
(Yeah, they tryin to 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 just can't win, we powered)

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

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

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