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Steve Winwood - 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'Steve Winwood - Miller Boyz - http://motolyrics.com/steve-winwood/miller-boyz-lyrics.html
 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








