Testo High powered Spice 1

High powered

(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 wasnt for yall, we wouldnt be real players
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...

(verse 1):
Were 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 Im 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 aint open they eyes
Ive been spendin dead presidents since they was alive
Its 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 aint your average
Marks just give up all they cabbage
See the big fish eat up the guppies
Its 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 wouldnt give him no drama
But if they try to take my life Im dumpin, thats 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):
High-high-high-high-high

(skit over chorus):
[...yeah playboy, real players lovin to ball
Natural born riders
From the womb to the tomb
Were real about this
We at this
Immortalized, high powered for life
We dont 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
Im a worldwide self-made mob figure
Aint 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 cant see us
>from a womb to the tomb Im 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 times
High speedn westside patna
Felons committin felonies and got the atf all on my jock
[? ? ] cussin back at smilin will never stop
We gotta duck see Im callin 4 or 5 different ghetto names
Bossalinie, fetty chico, shiznilty, ebonic slang
Sported a rim since a b.g. original bossalinie
Im 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?
Were .50 caliber players mo fools is .22s
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 aint knowin, thats just too damned bad
Im from the killa kali westside
Where we ridin for cash, Im high powered

(chorus):
High-high-high-high-high

(skit over chorus)
[...they aint gon win, they cant win
Were ridin for ever, they cant win
Patna, you just cant win
Were high powered
You aint nuthin but high coward
Its 1999, peep speezie ace black bossalinie
Fetty chico, shiznilty
Immortalized
Blaooooooooow !!!!!.......................]

(chorus til end)
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