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

Shit don't stop

[Chorus: x2]

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 bitchu

Soulja Slim and his committy is coming to getchu

My mag 90 bullets hitchu and splitchu

In half, let a bitch boy stab

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

I been smoking blounts 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 calia mag made

I get through like a scale blade

And Kunta Kente your left leg

I play surgeon and I'll be slpurgen

In anonymous nasty big bourbons

Don't stunt dog

Whatever I say I'll come withcha 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 mother fuck y'all hated waving on three G's laid back

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

As one time we was clicc tight

What the fuck going on? I just come home my shit aint 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 aint 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 95' In random time remaining bust the brain in

Smoking blounts and snortin cane 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 give him set for the flow of that

I gotta way of making all real niggaz feel my pain

Anymore 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 aint 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 repping

Now as the beat on for my flirters stop

Til I make your drop it like its hot

I can run some shit that will make you pussy 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 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 aint never took of my camoflauge

[Chorus x3]