Spice 1 - High Powered lyrics

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Spice 1 - High Powered lyrics

(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): High-High-High-High-High (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 s**ers 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 n***as 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 k**in' up streets with the blues Bossalinie, Fetty chico, been around since '89 Steady .9-technism thuggism from the mind To the s**ers who ain't knowin, that's just too damned bad I'm from the k**a 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) Powered... High-High-High-High-High Powered...

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