My Jacket

[Intro] You know how I'm coming You know exactly how I'm coming (I'm telling you) It don't stop Shit don't stop [Hook x2] My jacket consist of Batteries on robberies, pistol charges, and murder I know I'm the realest nigga you heard of besides 'Pac Got niggas screaming Soulja from the street to the cell block [Verse 1] You bitch, you Soulja Slim and his committee is coming to get you My mag 90 bullets'll hit'chu and split'chu in half That lil bitch boy staff won't last Up against these motherfuckers that used to taking blood baths I been smoking blunts with the devil, that's why my eyes red as the fuck Now tell me, do I look like the type that'll be scared to bust? Well, guess what? I'm screaming out murder me and I'm vest up Chest up, test nuts, watch how I bless ya You bitch made and I'm self-made, Magnolia, Calliope, Melph-made I get through like a scalp blade and Kunta Kinte your left leg I play surgeon and I'll be splurging in Denalis, Navis, and big bourbons Don't stunt, dog, whatever I said, I'll come wit'cha, I'll come, dog I'mma get mine for the two Gs and I'mma take it 'for I say please I fuck with twirkers not the twirkees, put it on will give a nigga herpes So I stay back, I mean way back, y'all didn't notice how I say that? Well, then motherfuck y'all hated waving on three Gs laid back [Hook x2] [Verse 2] As one time we was click tight, what the fuck's going on? I just come home, my shit ain't going right Everybody branching off doing they thing Some of 'em in the studio and some of 'em they slang That's how it go, I know this rap shit ain't gone last forever So I stash cheddar for hard times, flipping to make it better I can take ten Gs and make twenty more ten Gs with that I'm from the six 'co circle where all the hustlers at You busters stacking from 'round me with all that junk claiming In ninety-five I ran on Tara Lane and bust a brain and Smoking blunts and snorting 'caine with my girl Big Ree 'Til I started spooking out, thought a nigga was trying to kill me Nigga feel me [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Picture lil daddy think he raw, must've forgot I'mma vet Freshen up his memory, then get him set for the flow of death I got a way to make all real niggas feel my pain Any more player-hating ass fake niggas 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 G-for-G with me Actually, you don't even supposed to be in my presence So I'mma ask you like a man, shit, playboy, get to stepping Now if you walk off with that look like you gon' get your weapon And I'mma do you something dirty for all that stunting and repping Now as the beat goes on, my flow don't stop 'Til I make your girl drop it like it's hot I can run some shit that make you 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 Haters slanging that shit pussy for me on the Magnolia street corner You's a ho nigga, you know I know nigga And I put that on all my six 'co fa sho niggas I'm X4L chief of the mag booyay Fuck what them niggas doing tomorrow cause I'm doing my thing today That's how I'm living, just game giving to make y'all recognize I been doing this and I ain't never took off my camouflage [Hook x3]