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tru - miller boyz lyrics

featuring ghetto commission

silkk talking:
silkk the shocker n-gg- c murder n-gg- master p gc n-gg- 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 sh-t
and blow up like a fat b-tch
my entourage is thick
n-gg- no limit is the sh-t
my grandma awlays told me i’d be famous
but she never told that i would hool up with these gangstas
body bangers
? b-tch 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 n-gg-
don’t ever stunt on me n-gg-
i’ll f-cking crush you n-gg-

valerio
i’m about to put my foot in a n-gg-s -ss physically abuse
misuse the but of my pistol to cause a bruise
beat a mother f-cker till a b-tch can’t move
tru n-gg-s refuse to lose
tote guns to murder fools
coming with rumming
if n-gg-s ain’t respecting the flame
ejecting bullets with nullets taking n-gg-s out the game
i’m stealing outlaw
still dodging cop cars
tso and miller boyz riping n-gg-s apart

chorus repaeat 2x

t-spade
it’s the red eye pistol packing rapping -ss-ssin
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
sh-t talking n-gg-r crosser
i’ma toss ya, i’ma flip ya, i’am punch ya, i’ma kick ya
motherf-cker get a picture
we real n-gg-s

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 -ss shoes on the proch
crush you like a roach
and burn you like a torch
p-ssy -ss n-gg-s don’t last to long
i’m down south where them real n-gg-s 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 -ss n-gg- 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 sh-t i spit b-tch ya heard
ha what sit on on the curb
n-gg-s think they funny know you can get it six a bird
that’s why i flip birds
you fake -ss n-gg-s got on my nerves
i’m from 504 we ain’t no joke
n-gg- 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 d-ck
so hail to the streets cause young n-gg- 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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