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High Powered (feat. Papa Rue)

I am representing for my niggas on lock

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 too long before they release dateHe facing twenty five years fed time

And he ain't ever seen a day in that thing

He busting heads, ha, let's keep it real

I got the documents to prove that you's a snitching ass nigga

Trying to hide behind your musicYou hit the highway, got money the fly way

And told it you's a hoe ass nigga that's what I say

And you can call against some niggas

Wanna touch it last album, I was 'Made'

This album a mutha fucker soldAll you niggas wanna plot against the Mobb

Since you wanna make it

An' finna adjust the knob to high poweredBeep, beep, goes the sound of my cellular

Here's the life of a hustler

I am a hustler, I am gangster

We nah informer

I am a hustler, I am a gangster

We nah informerDeal 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

And what the fuck am I going to talk to the police about

I am from the streets doing the type of shit you read aboutI copped the Chrome 45 under pressure

And then address ya, and now ya froze on the stretcher

You wanted trouble, I wouldn't settle lesser

I am the devil in the flesh, my pistol is my protectorSee my reflection as it fades in the black

When I reappear on a nigga, it's a raging attack, yeah

And I solemnly swear, any problem I here

I just empty the clip, for him calling me to dis squareThat's on my life, that causes me to represent the Mobb

Since you niggas want that heat

I am about to turn up the knob to high poweredBeep, beep, goes the sound of my cellular

Here's the life of a hustler

I am a hustler, I am gangster

We nah informer

I am a hustler, I am a gangster

We nah informerBitch 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 GWhen you was locked down though, you was low key

The niggas told me they had you in Sig, in the Locust

You were working with them boys and them

And even had the nerve to try and talk to the streets

Thinking that they bring some mark ass policeThen 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 wanna crank it up

That's what I am about to do, to high powered[Incomprehensible]

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