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 motherf*cking Miller boys
think it's a game we'll f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*cker 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 x2]

[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
Motherf*cker get a picture
We real niggas

[C-Murder]
Just a little a ghetto boy
A motherf*cking Miller boy, killer boy
Put that pistol in a pillow boy
Ans smoke you and your motherf*cking 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
p*ssy ass niggas don't last to long
I'm down south where them real niggas roam

[Chorus x2]

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 f*cking 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 x2]

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