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Tru - Miller Boyz lyrics
featuring Ghetto Commission
 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' Tru - Miller Boyz - http://motolyrics.com/tru/miller-boyz-lyrics.html
 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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