[Verse 1: Scarface]

I'm representin fo' my niggas on lock, doin time for that he-say

She-say, layin niggas down on the freeway

Believe me, they need me, cause all these mouse-ass niggas

Comin home too long before they release date

He facin twenty-five years fed time

And he ain't never seen a day in that thang, he bustin head time

Let's keep it real, I got the documents to prove

That youse a snitchin-ass nigga tryin to hide behind your music

You hit the highway, got money the fly way

You phony, youse a ho-ass nigga that's what I say

And you can quote this and niggas wanna touch you

Last album I was 'Made' this album the motherfucker so

All you niggas wanna plot against the mob

Since you wanna make it hot I'm fin' to, adjust your knob

I'm high powered

[Chorus: Papa Rue]

Beep beep goes the sound of my cellular

It's the life of a hustler

You know we livin in danger

And dem I treat just like strangers

[Verse 2: Scarface]

Real nigga he don't talk about it 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 gon' talk to the police about?

I'm from the streets doin the type of shit you read about

I got chrome 45's under pressure, and in the dresser

And now you're froze on the stretcher

You wanted trouble, I wouldn't settle for lesser

I'm the devil in the flesh, my pistol is my protector

See my reflection as it fades into black

When I reappear on a nigga it's a ragin attack yeah

And I solemnly swear, any problem I have

I just empty the clip and him callin {?} square

That's on my life because I represent the mob

Since you niggas want that heat I'm bouts to, turn up the knob

To high power

[Chorus: Papa Rue]

Beep beep goes the sound of my cellular

It's the life of a hustler

You know we livin in danger

And dem I treat just like strangers

[Verse 3: Scarface]

Bitch nigga you just a dead man walkin, one foot is inside the grave

The other one is in a closed-top coffin

You're still talkin, like you the O.G

When you was locked down though, you was low-key

Them niggas told me that they had you in the seg

And the locals you was workin with the boys in there

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

Thinkin that they'd embrace a marked-as-police

And then you tried to sue a nigga, but it got back to a nigga

And when I see him I'mma do the nigga

So skip that funky-ass deposition fool

Since you wanna crank it up, then that's what I'm about to do

To high power