Oh, guess who's back, it's the five of the best
And 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 would
If it this my hood, you can see what I can do
I ain't afraid of a bitch like you, I put a switch on you
Green light, motherfucker, lookin' covered when we come
Don't let the size be your track, I bust clips
Little twitters comin' through, and I'm comin' for you
So you better recognize, open up your fuckin' eyes
Soldiers, on the rise, I put the damp on the camp
High-powered soldiers
Broke all motherfuckers, so I'm back again
S-I-L-E-N-T, straight livin' that scene
High-powered entertainment, the realest, you can't fade it
Them motherfuckers, perpetrators and shames
Tryna copy the style, duplicate a G
But I'm a real fuckin' writer from the 213
Always throw it up, no matter what
And if I'm outnumbered, I can give a *
That's the way I roll, and my clique is strong
If you thinkin' we're weak, motherfucker, you're dead wrong
Just ask your homie if he's heard of me
You'll see the fear in his eyes as the ladies start to scream
It's like some motherfuckin' wishes always turn into dreams
So it seems we keep on dissin', keep on shootin', always off our submissions
No competition, not vision, not guns
High-powered soldiers, always head over shoulders
High-powered rodents, we're takin' control wherever we go
I bet you knowin' we're blowin' you motherfuckers away
Every second of the day, high-powered, don't play
I'm comin' with my AK-47, Mach 11, send your bitches to crevasse
Stop guessin' you stressin' on me, or maybe you just can't be
So open up your eyes and say it's Little Tweety
Comin' and bustin', don't worry bout a thing


Stop the cussin' and fussin', I'm bustin'
Call your cousins, I rip in the black and grip in my Glock
Open shop!
Boom!