Ring those bells and make them rise.
I see sparks shoot from your head and it's looking nice.
Fire your weapons, don't say okay.
Do you like this system when you pay to pay ?
I'm like a thousand tanks and I ain't no coward.
I'm not shooting blanks, I'm high powered.
Lit the fuses, crank up the gain.
There's nothing as refreshing as a runaway train.
Crank the siren and lead the way.
I see a big sun shining not a single ray.
I'm like a thousand tanks and I ain't no coward.
I'm not shooting blanks, I'm high powered.
Put away the pills and go over the top.
Bring on a smack 'em up fiesta and wake them up.
Punch 'em in the kidneys, let it get out of hand.
Create a disorder in this do-this-land.
I'm like a thousand tanks and I ain't no coward.

[Verse 1:]
I am representing for my niggas on lock down.
Doing time for that he say and she say laying niggas down on the freeway.
Believe me they need me cause all these mouse ass niggas
coming home way to long before they release date
He facing twenty-five fed time, and he aint ever seen a day in that thing.
He bussing heads hu, lets keep it real,
I got the documents to prove you’s a snitching ass nigga.
Trying to hide behind your music, you hit the
High way got money the fly way and told it you a hoe ass nigga that’s what I say.
And you can go against some niggas that wanna touch it last album I was Made.
This album a mutha fucker.
So all you niggas wanna plot against the Mob since you wanna make it out,
am finna address the noise.
To High Power
[Chorus:]
Beep beep there goes the sound of my cellar, here’s the life of a hustler.
I am a hustler
I am Gangster.
I am a hustler,
I am a gangster.
We nah informer, it’s the life of a hustler.
[Verse 2:]
Deal with it, don’t talk he be about it, cause he a G about it.
I got a problem with a nigga, I go squeeze him out.
What the fuck I am going to talk to the police about.
I am from the streets doing the type of shit you read about.
I cooped the Chrome 45 under pressure.
And then address ya, now ya froze on the streture.
You wanted trouble, and I wouldn’t settle lesser.
I am the devil in the flesh, my pistol is my protector.
See my reflection as it fades in the black,
when I reappear on a nigga. It’s a ragging attack yeah.
And soloulome swear, any problem I here.
I just empty the clip, for him calling me to dis square.
That’s on my life, that causes me to represent the Mob.
Since you niggas want that heat I am about to turn up the knob.
To High Powered!
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
Bitch nigga you catch a dead man walking.
One foot is inside of a grave.
The other one is in a closed top coffin.
You still talking, like you the old G,
when you was locked down thou you was low key.
The niggas told me they had you in Sig, in the Locust.
You were working with those boys and them,
and even had the nerve to try and talk to the streets.
Thinking that they bring some mark ass police.
And then he tried to sue a nigga,
but it got back to a nigga.
And when I see him, I am do the nigga.
So skip that funky ass deposition fools.
If you want it, crank it up.
That’s what I am about to do, to High Powered

Yeah, this is Speezie Ace Black Bossalini
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
High, high, high, high, come on
High, high, high, high, come on
High, high, high
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 SWAT team
Security areas scopin', I'm with the Fourteen by any means
Cream rules everythin?, 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 spinnin' Dead Presidents since they was alive
It's like Newport to G.P.C.
Generic haters get smoked quick up because they cheap
We yay deep
Like a shark I pull you under the water
Get you caught up in some thug shh
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 got 'em curious
But my style was a problem child
Robbin' banks when I was juvenile
I told my PO I wouldn't get 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
High, high, high, high powered
(Yeah playboy, real players lovin' to ball)
High, high, high, high powered
(Natural born riders)
High, high, high, high powered
(From the womb to the tomb)
High, high, high, high powered
(We're real about this, we at this)
High, high, high, high powered
(?Immortalized?, high powered for life)
High, high, high, high powered
(We don't die, we multiply, thugs)
High, high, high, high powered
(Energized like them batteries, down here for this mob life)
High, high, high, high powered
(Move with thugs)
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 that 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 yay dealers
Pretty women dickin' in us niggas twirkin' off bomb and liquor
Hit the front page of ?St. Louis Times?
High speed in Westside, patna
Felons committin' felonies and got the ATF all on my jock
Bitches cussin' back and smilin' will never stop
We gotta duck, see I'm callin' 4 or 5 different ghetto names
Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Ebonic Slang
Sported a rim since a BG original Bossalini
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
Bossalini, 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 Cali, Westside
Where we ridin' for cash, I'm high powered
High, high, high, high powered
(Yeah, they tryin? to kick the real thugs out the ghetto, they want to)
High, high, high, high powered
([Incomprehensible] ya smell me? They ain't gon? win)
High, high, high, high powered
(They can't win, we're ridin' forever, they can't win)
High, high, high, high powered
(Patna, they just can't win, we high powered)
High, high, high, high powered
(You ain't nothin? but high cowards, it's 1999)
High, high, high, high powered
(Peep Speezie Ace Black Bossalini)
High, high, high, high powered
(Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, ?Immortalized?)
High, high, high, high powered
Powered, powered, powered
Powered, powered, powered
High, high, high, high powered
High, high, high, high powered
High, high, high, high powered
High, high, high, high powered
High, high, high, high powered
High, high, high, high powered
High, high, high, high powered

Yo yo whut sup?
Yo man, give me some of that ol' gangsta shit, y'knowhutI'msayin?
Some shit I can just kick back to, smoke a fat ass joint to
YouknowhutI'msayin? He hahahahahahaha
Hell yeah! You know what I'm talkin about?
I like that ol' gangsta shit
Cuz you know it's a lot of niggas out there
woofin all that bullshit talkin 'bout they got this and got that
Talkin louder than a motherfucker but ain't sayin shit
Heh y'knowhutI'msayin?
(Dem come witta, dem come witta, dem come wit da wickedness)
Yeah nigga I see your lips quiverin
But you ain't sayin a motherfuckin thing
For my niggas, I got my niggas in the motherfuckin he-ouse
and they gon' tell yo' what's really goin on
Got my motherfuckin nigga RBX...definitely in this motherfucker
I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker ready to kick some real shit
Y'knowhutI'msayin?
And that lil' shit cha hear in the background, that's my homegirl Rage
So RBX kick this shit
Seven execution style murders
I have no remorse cuz I'm the fuckin murderer
Haven't you ever heard of a killer?
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
So now I walk around strapped
One-time bust they caps and watch niggas collapse
Snap! Adapt to this but you need no adapter
This is just the first chapter
in a book from a crook
You get caught slippin yo' ass gots ta die
Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure?
Trigger? Happy RBX to cap ya
POP POP and I can't wait to bust a pound
POP POP my hollow points smacks the clown
Cuz what I said split his head
And now they got me runnin from the feds
But I refuse to go alive
It's kill or be killed, that's how real niggas survive
I'm high powered!
Yeah!
It's Daz that mass-murderin motherfucker
So what you feel like you wanna get caught up?
Fool you better recognise
Death Row came to chastise
So if you cross the Row
Remember the first name is Death