(Intro):

Yeah, this is Speezie Ace Black Bossalinie

Fetty Chico, Shiznilty

I just wanna say I got love for all you haters out there

Cause if it wasn't for y'all, we wouldn't be real players

Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha...



(Verse 1):

We're comin' in group with mob tactics and game

Ghetto soldiers when we step on the scene

Flossin' diamonds flashin' red beams

My squad like the S.W.A.T. team

Security areas scopin' I'm with the Fourteen

By any means cream rules everything

Money is power rather die like a soldier than

Live my life as a coward

How many players spit the real hits?

How many ballers you know that you makin' scrill with?

Haters be actin' like the game is gone

But they ain't open they eyes

I've been spendin' dead presidents since they was alive

It's like Newport to G.P.C.

Generic haters get smoked quick up because they cheep

We Yay deep like a shark I pull you under the water

Get you caught up in some thug (Shhhh...)

Steady mobbin' and stackin' chips in the dirty Bay

Suit angles and hittin' switches thugs ain't your average

Marks just give up all they cabbage

See the big fish eat up the guppies

It's like real big dogs to little pound puppies

.22 to a .50 cal.(iber) got 'em curious

But my style was a problem child

Robbin' banks when I was juvenile

I told my P.O. (parole officer) I wouldn't give him no drama

But if they try to take my life I'm dumpin', that's on my momma 

And my little girl the world is pre-timers

Waitin' for a player like me to get behind her

High Powered



(Chorus):

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(Skit over chorus):

  [...yeah playboy, real players lovin' to ball

   Natural Born Riders

   From the womb to the tomb

   We're real about this

   We at this

   Immortalized, High Powered for life

   We don't die we multiply

   Thugs - Energized like them batteries

   Ball for this moblife, move with Thugs...]



(Verse 2):    

My life is all women and money

But the money come over women

I'm a worldwide self-made mob figure

Ain't no room for suckers duckin' the undercovers

Keep my strap on the side for the others who hate to love us

Wanna be us, but they can't see us

>From a womb to the tomb I'm th-a-th-a-thugged out as a fiend IS

Born sinnin' in a world of Yea-dealers

Pretty women dickin' in us niggas twirkin' off bomb and liquor

Hit the front page of St. Louis Time's 

High speed'n WESTSIDE patna

Felons committin' felonies and got the ATF all on my jock

[??] cussin' back at smilin' will never stop

We gotta duck see I'm callin' 4 or 5 different ghetto names

Bossalinie, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Ebonic Slang

Sported a rim since a B.G. original Bossalinie

I'm tatted up thugged out bulletproofed wearin' a beanie

Where the WESTSIDE at?

Where the EASTSIDE at?

Where the NORTH where the SOUTH where the WESTSIDE at?

We're .50 caliber players mo' fools is .22's

Murder next to my marrow killin' up streets with the blues

Bossalinie, Fetty chico, been around since '89

Steady .9-technism thuggism from the mind

To the suckers who ain't knowin, that's just too damned bad

I'm from the killa kali WESTSIDE

Where we ridin' for cash, I'm high powered



(Chorus):

High-High-High-High-High



(Skit over Chorus)

   [...they ain't gon win, they can't win

    We're ridin' for ever, they can't win 

    Patna, you just can't win

    We're High Powered

    You ain't nuthin but High Coward

    It's 1999, Peep Speezie Ace Black Bossalinie

    Fetty chico, Shiznilty

    Immortalized

    Blaooooooooow !!!!!.......................]



(Chorus til end)

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