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Yeah, is Speezie Ace Black Bossalini
Fetty Chico,
I wanna say I got love 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 when we step on the scene
Flossin' diamonds, flashin' red
My like the SWAT team
Security areas scopin', I'm with the by any means

Cream rules everythin, is power
Rather die like a soldier than live my as a coward
How many spit 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
been spinnin' Dead Presidents since they was alive
It's like to G.P.C.
Generic haters get smoked quick up because cheap
We yay

a shark I pull you under the water
Get you caught up in thug shh
Steady mobbin' and stackin' in the dirty Bay
Suit angles and hittin' switches, thugs your average
just give up all they cabbage

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

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 world is
for a player like me to get behind her high powered

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

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

My life is all women and money but the money over women
I'm a worldwide mob figure
Ain't no room for suckers duckin' the
Keep my strap on the for the others 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 women in us niggas twirkin' off bomb and liquor

Hit the page of St. Louis Times
speed in Westside, patna
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 ghetto
Bossalini, Chico, Shiznilty, Ebonic Slang
Sported a rim a BG original Bossalini
I'm tatted up thugged out wearin' a beanie

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

Bossalini, Fetty Chico, around since '89
Steady 9, technism, thuggism from the
To the suckers who knowin, that's just too damned bad
I'm from the killa Cali,
we ridin' for cash, I'm high powered

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

High, high, high, high
(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 nothin but high 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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