You know how I'm coming (uh huh)
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You know exactly how I'm coming
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(I'm telling you) It don't stop
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Shit don't stop
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[Chorus: x2]
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My jacket consist of
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Batteries on robberies, pistol charges, and murder
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I know I'm the realest nigga ya heard of besides Pac
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Got niggaz screaming Soulja from the street to the cell block
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[Verse 1]
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You bitchu
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Soulja Slim and his committy is coming to getchu
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My mag 90 bullets hitchu and splitchu
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In half, let a bitch boy stab
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Won't last up against these mother fuckers that use to taking blood baths
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I been smoking blounts with the devil thats why my eyes are red as the fuck
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Now tell me do I look like the type that will be scared to bust?
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Well guess what? I'm screaming out murder me and I'm vest up
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Chest up
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Test nuts
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Watch up while I fletch ya
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You bitch made and I'm self made
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Magnolia calia mag made
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I get through like a scale blade
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And Kunta Kente your left leg
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I play surgeon and I'll be slpurgen
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In anonymous nasty big bourbons
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Don't stunt dog
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Whatever I say I'll come withcha I'll come dog
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I'ma get mine for the two G's
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Take it for I say please
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I fuck with twirkers not the twirkees
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Put it long will give a nigga the herpes
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So I stay back, I mean way, y'all didn't notice how I say that?
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Well mother fuck y'all hated waving on three G's laid back
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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As one time we was clicc tight
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What the fuck going on? I just come home my shit aint going right
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Everybody branching off doing they thang
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Some of 'em in the studio and some of 'em they slang
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Thats how it go I know this rap shit aint gone last forever
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So I stash cheddar for hard times flipping to make it better
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I can take ten G's and make twenty more ten G's with that
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I'm from the 6 'co circle where all the hustlers at
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You busters scaking from round me with all that junk claiming
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In 95' In random time remaining bust the brain in
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Smoking blounts and snortin cane with my girl Big Ree
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Til I started spooking out thought a nigga was trying to kill me
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Nigga feel me
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Picture lil daddy think he raw musta forgot I'ma vet
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Crushing up his memory and then give him set for the flow of that
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I gotta way of making all real niggaz feel my pain
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Anymore player hating ass fake niggaz look at me strange
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Reverse the game, Fuck his head up leave him in the middle of the street
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Nigga shit aint tight enough to geep a G with me
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Actually, you don't even suppose to be in my presence
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So I'ma ask you like a man, (shit) playboy get to stepping
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Now if you walk off with that look like you gone get your weapon
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And I'ma do ya something for all that stuntin and repping
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Now as the beat on for my flirters stop
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Til I make your drop it like its hot
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I can run some shit that will make you pussy pop
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Don't matter if you real or not
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Play my game and I'll cheat on ya
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Pull the rubber off and skeet on ya
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Haters slanging that shit pussy for me on the Magnolia street corner
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You's a hoe nigga
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You I know nigga
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And I put that on all my 6 'co fa sho niggaz
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I'm X4L chief of the mag booyay
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Fuck what them niggaz doing tomorrow cause I doing my thang today
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Thats how I'm living just game giving to make y'all recognize
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I been doing this and I aint never took of my camoflauge
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[Chorus x3]
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My Jacket
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Soulja Slim |