High Powered Lyrics
| Song | High Powered |
| Artist | Spice 1 |
| Album | Immortalized |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (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 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) | |
| Powered... | |
| High-high-high-high-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 wasn' t for y' all, we wouldn' t be real players | |
| Hahahahaha... | |
| 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 pretimers | |
| Waitin' for a player like me to get behind her | |
| High powered | |
| chorus: | |
| Highhighhighhighhigh | |
| 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 selfmade 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 thathathugged out as a fiend is | |
| Born sinnin' in a world of yeadealers | |
| 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 . 9technism 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: | |
| Highhighhighhighhigh | |
| 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... | |
| Highhighhighhighhigh | |
| 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 wasn' t for y' all, we wouldn' t be real players | |
| Hahahahaha... | |
| 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 pretimers | |
| Waitin' for a player like me to get behind her | |
| High powered | |
| chorus: | |
| Highhighhighhighhigh | |
| 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 selfmade 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 thathathugged out as a fiend is | |
| Born sinnin' in a world of yeadealers | |
| 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 . 9technism 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: | |
| Highhighhighhighhigh | |
| 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... | |
| Highhighhighhighhigh | |
| Powered... |
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