Из альбома: The Streets Made Me
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 bitchu
Soulja Slim and his committy is coming to getchu
My mag 90 bullets hitchu and splitchu
In half, let a bitch boy sta
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