Miller Boyz Lyrics by Tru

Miller Boyz Lyrics

    Silkk talking:
    Silkk the shocker nigga, c-murder nigga, master p gc nigga, tru what the
    Fuack ya'll wanna do

    Chorus
    Halloway
    We them down south killer boys
    Ghetto commission and them motherfucking miller boys
    Think it's a game we'll fuck around and kill you boy
    On the reala for the scrilla we come to get you boy

    Halloway
    I'm trying to make a million of this rap shit
    And blow up like a fat bitch
    My entourage is thick
    Nigga no limit is the shit
    My grandma awlays told me i'd be famous
    But she never told that i would hool up with these gangstas
    Body bangers
    ???bitch we hungry like???
    I be part of tso until i'm up out the alter
    I got ??? ain't no warning me
    I'm heartless ain't no running me nigga
    Don't ever stunt on me nigga
    I'll fucking crush you nigga

    Valerio
    I'm about to put my foot in a niggas ass physically abuse
    Misuse the but of my pistol to cause a bruise
    Beat a mother fucker till a bitch can't move
    Tru niggas refuse to lose
    Tote guns to murder fools
    Coming with rumming
    If niggas ain't respecting the flame
    Ejecting bullets with nullets taking niggas out the game
    I'm stealing outlaw
    Still dodging cop cars
    Tso and miller boyz riping niggas apart

    Chorus repaeat 2x

    T-spade
    It's the red eye pistol packing rapping assassin
    The last one blasting
    Late night outfit ski-masking
    I got your backbone subtracting
    Itchy trigger finger action got me ducking the law
    Hoping to change i bust a brain and cause a flame on it fo'
    It ain't no thing to me fo'
    I got the game in me fo'
    Tso tank dogs playing you raw
    Shit talking nigger crosser
    I'ma toss ya, i'ma flip ya, i'am punch ya, i'ma kick ya
    Motherfucker get a picture
    We real niggas

    C-murder
    Just a little a ghetto boy
    A motherfucking miller boy, killer boy
    Put that pistol in a pillow boy
    Ans smoke you and your motherfucking mom
    Come on and play dumb
    And watch me leave you in the rum
    Like a old pair cheesy ass shoes on the proch
    Crush you like a roach
    And burn you like a torch
    Pussy ass niggas don't last to long
    I'm down south where them real niggas roam

    Chorus reapeat 2x

    Silkk the shocker
    I remember when i used to carry crack, i used to carry gats
    Now they got a fake ass nigga in the hood walking around carring bats
    You know i can't be having that
    Lucky i left the heat alone, beef alone or i would have been buried black
    You know the shit i spit bitch ya heard
    Ha what sit on on the curb
    Niggas think they funny know you can get it six a bird
    That's why i flip birds
    You fake ass niggas got on my nerves
    I'm from 504 we ain't no joke
    Nigga give up your fucking dope

    Master p
    Grab a camera take a flick
    Miller boyz and tru click
    Bustas get dealt with ho's get some dick
    So hail to the streets cause young nigga we run this
    See me life ain't nothing but weed and money
    A couple cars, a couple houses so we never go broke
    Hotboy got the dope
    Man ??? in the ghetto
    See no limit is the army and we the soilders
    The ghetto commission and tru click thought i told you

    Chorus repeat 2x

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