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 bitch u 
Soulja Slim and his committee is coming to get'chu 
My mag 90 bullets hit'chu and split'chu 
In half, let a bitch boy stab 
Won't last up against these motherfuckers that use to taking blood baths 
I been smoking blunts 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 Calliope Melph 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 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 motherfuck y'all hated waving on three G's laid back 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2] 
At one time we was click tight 
What the fuck going on? I just come home my shit 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 shit ain't gone last forever 
So I stash chedda for hard times flip it 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 skat get from round me with all that junk claiming 
In ninety-five I ran in Tara Lane and bust a brain and 
Smokin blunts and snortin 'caine 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 get him set for the flow of death 
I gotta way to make all real niggaz feel my pain 
And dem ol' 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 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, (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 reppin 
Now as the beat on for my flow dont stop 
Til I make your girl drop it like its hot 
I can run some shit that will make ya 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 
Have ya 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 ain't never took of my camouflage 

[Chorus] - 3X