Oh, guess who's back, it's the five of the bestAnd forget about the rest, puttin' hoes in your chest* the boot-approved vests, it won't do you *Bust a clip if it good, back down like I know that you wouldIf it this my hood, you can see what I can doI ain't afraid of a bitch like you, I put a switch on youGreen light, motherfucker, lookin' covered when we comeDon't let the size be your track, I bust clipsLittle twitters comin' through, and I'm comin' for youSo you better recognize, open up your fuckin' eyesSoldiers, on the rise, I put the damp on the campHigh-powered soldiersBroke all motherfuckers, so I'm back againS-I-L-E-N-T, straight livin' that sceneHigh-powered entertainment, the realest, you can't fade itThem motherfuckers, perpetrators and shamesTryna copy the style, duplicate a GBut I'm a real fuckin' writer from the 213Always throw it up, no matter whatAnd if I'm outnumbered, I can give a *That's the way I roll, and my clique is strongIf you thinkin' we're weak, motherfucker, you're dead wrongJust ask your homie if he's heard of meYou'll see the fear in his eyes as the ladies start to screamIt's like some motherfuckin' wishes always turn into dreamsSo it seems we keep on dissin', keep on shootin', always off our submissionsNo competition, not vision, not gunsHigh-powered soldiers, always head over shouldersHigh-powered rodents, we're takin' control wherever we goI bet you knowin' we're blowin' you motherfuckers awayEvery second of the day, high-powered, don't playI'm comin' with my AK-47, Mach 11, send your bitches to crevasseStop guessin' you stressin' on me, or maybe you just can't beSo open up your eyes and say it's Little TweetyComin' and bustin', don't worry bout a thingStop the cussin' and fussin', I'm bustin'Call your cousins, I rip in the black and grip in my GlockOpen shop!Boom!