Milliato

Yea, uh huh, Milliato

uh huh, street regulated

[Verse 1]

I seen it all from robberies to extortion and shit

I seen family business get tossed to a place

Mafioso kiss, Gotti jr. put a rolli on my wrist

Satir day ridge told me Tony owe me this

Peep the Brooklyn gangsta

Where I'm from niggaz'll pump 21 in ya

They got orders to replace ya

Ain't no loyalty in these streets

Especially when niggaz givin up 20 G's for your wig piece

My heart neva skip a beat, street hotter than fish grease

Still a nigga pitchin 'em ki's, switichin 'em V's

Gun stay cocked don't hesitate to squeeze

I'm real Vendetta 'cated y'all niggaz make believes

Playa haters, 2003, dunn still spankin 'em Gators

Trench mink, waves is plus, we armed dangerous

Niggaz can't bang wit us

Your next in the news, you still can't hang wit us

[Chorus: Half-A-Mill] **repeat 2X**

Milliato -- lives to ride another day

That's what I heard 'em say

**Talkin in the background**

Yea, from the projects, all through the streets

hood to hood, yea, OT to OC, Milliato

[Verse 2]

Uh, we been there done that and still doin it

Smack Boheemians I want six on the first, two on the fifth

Catch me in the hood Indian spliff

Rock silk Polo crowns like a low life

Filthy chips, I use to go clothes up the back

Now I go up to Hack-a-sack

Deep in the woods where the crackers at

Ya'll plan to take back New York, we want half of that

Been in this since the '20's

In 1941 Grandpa Lou Henry copped two Bentley's

Taught Italians the rules of the city

Dunn I move swoofly, in this world niggaz loose Kidney's

Livers and Lungs, get hundereds like the Kennedy's

I'm on some Big Pun shit, ride for my family eat well

Ya'll crab motherfuckers don't get nuthin kid

We livin well while y'all rottin in the slum and shit

Yo I'm on some other shit, I can bring Hummer shit

[Chorus: Half-A-Mill] **repeat 2X**

**Talkin in the background**

Yea, soul survivor, uh, came from the dirt

and made it worst, uh ya know, yea

the robberies, stick-ups, stick-up kids

[Verse 3]

My coast is nostra, niggaz sniff Coke til they nose dry

Sit wit punk can't even open they eyes

Notice the ties, illest cats that drovin the five

Guerilla skin hat, coat to match, roll wit the wise

Open the wine from Spain smoke haze of all kinds

Remember the broke days no Coke ain't a sling

No shine, but those the older days

Nowadays its the Rover days

Stress 600 Benz wit Shover days

Six will ends, goin to hell livin since

And if L give me another chance I'm livin again

Winnin again, platinum teeth grinnin again

360 ways spin, life is no beginnin or end

I spin to win, Cuban Cigars littin the bend

Shootin through heart, the God took the spirit of man

These words are harsh, you prolly won't hear 'em again

Words on the street is the niggaz done did it again

[Chorus: Half-A-Mill] **repeat 4X**

**Talkin in the background**

Uh, yea, word, Desperado style

uh huh, from the survivor, yea what!

livin the prophet days, yea, uh huh y'all know

official, gangsta, thorough, thugged out

yea, uh huh, y'all know, uh, welcome to the sunset

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