High Powered Lyrics - Scarface

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 date 

He 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 music 

You 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 sold 

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All you niggas wanna plot against the Mobb 

Since you wanna make it 

An' finna adjust the knob to high powered 

Beep, 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 informer 

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 

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 about 

I 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 protector 

Photos 

See 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 square 

That'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 powered 

Beep, 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 informer 

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 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 police 

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 wanna crank it up 

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

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