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Twin the one Grip that Roscoe An let your blam out You hear me I'm the one lit that flame That cook your family house You hear me Dress all black Fucked up back pack I'm lookin like a junkie Wen a nigga go to war All the rules off Not no civilians on your side Do or die Not no juvenile I raise the heat 400 degree Homicide After homicide If you put that word on me Beef after beef I'm getting so damn fat But I'm still eatin It could take 20 years And be 20 ghosts Can't end that beef Now tell me Who gone step with the 12 Go all round the wrld And hunt down poofs Who gone hold they girl And say no word bout who got Sent to heaven Black 4x4s at every door We knock with the force Who gone Boot down that door Hol on Boot down that The BOOGIE