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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' 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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