Soulja Slim - My Jacket lyrics

You know how I'm coming (uh huh) You know exactly how I'm coming (I'm telling you) It don't stop sh** don't stop [Chorus: repeat 2X] My jacket consist of Batteries on robberies, pistol charges, and murder I know I'm the realest n***a ya heard of besides 'Pac Got n***az screaming Soulja from the street to the cell block [Verse 1] You b**hu Soulja Slim and his committee is coming to get'chu My mag 90 bullets hit'chu and split'chu In half, let a b**h boy stab Won't last up against these motherf**ers that use to taking blood baths I been smoking blunts with the devil thats why my eyes are red as the f** 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 b**h made and I'm self made Magnolia Calliope mag 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 f** with twirkers not the twirkees Put it long will give a n***a the herpes So I stay back, I mean way, y'all didn't notice how I say that? Well motherf** y'all hated waving on three G's laid back [Chorus] [Verse 2] As one time we was click tight What the f** going on? I just come home my sh** 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 sh** ain't gone last forever So I stash cheddar for hard times flipping 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 scaking from round me with all that junk claiming In ninety-five I ran on Tara Lane and bust a brain and Smokin blunts and snortin 'caine with my girl Big Ree Til I started spooking out thought a n***a was trying to k** me n***a feel me [Chorus] [Verse 3] Picture lil daddy think he raw musta forgot I'ma vet Crushing up his memory and then give him set for the flow of that I gotta way of making all real n***az feel my pain Anymore player hating a** fake n***az look at me strange Reverse the game, f** his head up leave him in the middle of the street n***a sh** 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, (sh**) 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 flirters stop Til I make your drop it like its hot I can run some sh** that will make you p**y pop 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 Haters slanging that sh** p**y for me on the Magnolia street corner You's a hoe n***a You I know n***a And I put that on all my 6 'co fa sho n***az I'm X4L chief of the mag booyay f** what them n***az 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