My Jacket

You know how I'm coming (uh huh)

You know exactly how I'm coming

(I'm telling you) It don't stop

Shit don't stop

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

My jacket consist of

Batteries on robberies, pistol charges, and murder

I know I'm the realest nigga ya heard of besides 'Pac

Got niggaz screaming Soulja from the street to the cell block

[Verse 1]

You bitch u

Soulja Slim and his committee is coming to get'chu

My mag 90 bullets hit'chu and split'chu

In half, let a bitch boy stab

Won't last up against these motherfuckers that use to taking blood baths

I been smoking blunts with the devil thats why my eyes are red as the fuck

Now tell me do I look like the type that will be scared to bust?

Well guess what? I'm screaming out murder me and I'm vest up

Chest up

Test nuts

Watch up while I fletch ya

You bitch made and I'm self made

Magnolia Calliope Melph made

I get through like a scale blade

And Kunta Kinte your left leg

I play surgeon and I'll be splurgin

In anonymous nasty big bourbons

Don't stunt dog

Whatever I say I'll come wit'cha I'll come dog

I'ma get mine for the two G's

Take it for I say please

I fuck with twirkers not the twirkees

Put it long will give a nigga the herpes

So I stay back, I mean way, y'all didn't notice how I say that?

Well motherfuck y'all hated waving on three G's laid back

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

At one time we was click tight

What the fuck going on? I just come home my shit ain't going right

Everybody branching off doing they thang

Some of 'em in the studio and some of 'em they slang

Thats how it go I know this rap shit ain't gone last forever

So I stash chedda for hard times flip it to make it better

I can take ten G's and make twenty more ten G's with that

I'm from the 6 'co circle where all the hustlers at

You busters skat get from round me with all that junk claiming

In ninety-five I ran in Tara Lane and bust a brain and

Smokin blunts and snortin 'caine with my girl Big Ree

Til I started spooking out thought a nigga was trying to kill me

Nigga feel me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Picture lil daddy think he raw musta forgot I'ma vet

Crushing up his memory and then get him set for the flow of death

I gotta way to make all real niggaz feel my pain

And dem ol' player hating ass fake niggaz look at me strange

Reverse the game, Fuck his head up leave him in the middle of the street

Nigga shit ain't tight enough to geep a G with me

Actually, you don't even suppose to be in my presence

So I'ma ask you like a man, (shit) playboy get to stepping

Now if you walk off with that look like you gone get your weapon

And I'ma do ya something for all that stuntin and reppin

Now as the beat on for my flow dont stop

Til I make your girl drop it like its hot

I can run some shit that will make ya pussy pop

It don't matter if you real or not

Play my game and I'll cheat on ya

Pull the rubber off and skeet on ya

Have ya slanging that shit pussy for me on the Magnolia street corner

You's a hoe nigga

You I know nigga

And I put that on all my 6 'co fa sho niggaz

I'm X4L chief of the mag booyay

Fuck what them niggaz doing tomorrow cause I doing my thang today

Thats how I'm living just game giving to make y'all recognize

I been doing this and I ain't never took of my camouflage

[Chorus] - 3X