My Jacket
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Hip-Hop/Rap
My Jacket was released on February 6, 2001 by Cut Throat Comitty as a part of the album The Streets Made Me
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Soulja Slim
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Soulja Slim
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bass Heavy
Producer
Lyrics
You know how I'm coming
You know exactly how I'm coming
(I'm telling you) It don't stop
Shit don't stop
My jacket consist of
Batteries on robberies, pistol charges, and murder
I know I'm the realest **** you heard of besides 'Pac
Got **** screaming Soulja from the street to the cell block
You bitch, you
Soulja Slim and his committee is coming to get you
My mag 90 bullets'll hit'chu and split'chu in half
That lil bitch boy staff won't last
Up against these motherfuckers that used to taking blood baths
I been smoking blunts with the devil, that's why my eyes red as the fuck
Now tell me, do I look like the type that'll be scared to bust?
Well, guess what? I'm screaming out murder me and I'm vest up
Chest up, test nuts, watch how I bless ya
You bitch made and I'm self-made, Magnolia, Calliope, Melph-made
I get through like a scalp blade and Kunta Kinte your left leg
I play surgeon and I'll be splurging in Denalis, Navis, and big bourbons
Don't stunt, dog, whatever I said, I'll come wit'cha, I'll come, dog
I'mma get mine for the two Gs and I'mma take it 'for I say please
I fuck with twirkers not the twirkees, put it on will give a **** herpes
So I stay back, I mean way back, y'all didn't notice how I say that?
Well, then motherfuck y'all hated waving on three Gs laid back
As one time we was click tight, what the fuck's going on?
I just come home, my shit ain't going right
Everybody branching off doing they thing
Some of 'em in the studio and some of 'em they slang
That's 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 Gs and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I'm from the six 'co circle where all the hustlers at
You busters stacking from 'round me with all that junk claiming
In ninety-five I ran on Tara Lane and bust a brain and
Smoking blunts and snorting 'caine with my girl Big Ree
'Til I started spooking out, thought a **** was trying to kill me
**** feel me
Picture lil daddy think he raw, must've forgot I'mma vet
Freshen up his memory, then get him set for the flow of death
I got a way to make all real **** feel my pain
Any more player-hating ass fake **** look at me strange
Reverse the game, fuck his head up, leave him in the middle of the street
**** shit ain't tight enough to G-for-G with me
Actually, you don't even supposed to be in my presence
So I'mma ask you like a man, shit, playboy, get to stepping
Now if you walk off with that look like you gon' get your weapon
And I'mma do you something dirty for all that stunting and repping
Now as the beat goes on, my flow don't stop
'Til I make your girl drop it like it's hot
I can run some shit that make you 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
Haters slanging that shit pussy for me on the Magnolia street corner
You's a ho ****, you know I know ****
And I put that on all my six 'co fa sho ****
I'm X4L chief of the mag booyay
Fuck what them **** doing tomorrow cause I'm doing my thing today
That's how I'm living, just game giving to make y'all recognize
I been doing this and I ain't never took off my camouflage
Written by: Soulja Slim
