1st Verse:
I am representing for my n***** on lock down.
Doing time for that he say and she say
laying n***** down on the freeway.
Believe me they need me
cause all these mouse a** n***** 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 a** n****. Trying to hide behind your music,
you hit the High way got money the fly way
and told it you a hoe a** n**** that's what I say.
And you can go against some n***** that wanna touch it
last album I was Made. This album a m**** f*****.
So all you n***** 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.
2nd Verse:
Deal with it, don't talk he be about it, cause he a G about it.
I got a problem with a n****, I go squeeze him out.
What the f*** I am going to talk to the police about.
I am from the streets doing the type of s*** 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 n****. 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 n***** want that heat I am about to turn up the k***.
To High Powered!
Chorus:
3rd Verse:
b**** n**** 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 n***** 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 a** police.
And then he tried to sue a n****,
but it got back to a n****.
And when I see him, I am do the n****.
So skip that funky a** deposition fools.
If you want it, crank it up. That's what I am about to do,
to High-Powered
I am representing for my n***** on lock down.
Doing time for that he say and she say
laying n***** down on the freeway.
Believe me they need me
cause all these mouse a** n***** 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 a** n****. Trying to hide behind your music,
you hit the High way got money the fly way
and told it you a hoe a** n**** that's what I say.
And you can go against some n***** that wanna touch it
last album I was Made. This album a m**** f*****.
So all you n***** 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.
2nd Verse:
Deal with it, don't talk he be about it, cause he a G about it.
I got a problem with a n****, I go squeeze him out.
What the f*** I am going to talk to the police about.
I am from the streets doing the type of s*** 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 n****. 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 n***** want that heat I am about to turn up the k***.
To High Powered!
Chorus:
3rd Verse:
b**** n**** 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 n***** 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 a** police.
And then he tried to sue a n****,
but it got back to a n****.
And when I see him, I am do the n****.
So skip that funky a** deposition fools.
If you want it, crank it up. That's what I am about to do,
to High-Powered