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