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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 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 mag made I get through like a scale blade Letras de cancionesAnd 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] As 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 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 ninety-five I ran on 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 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 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 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 ain't never took of my camouflage [Chorus] - 3X From Letras Mania