Miller Boyz

Silkk talking:

Silkk the shocker nigga, c-murder nigga, master p gc nigga, tru what the

Fuack yall wanna do

Chorus

Halloway

We them down south killer boys

Ghetto commission and them motherfucking miller boys

Think its a game well fuck around and kill you boy

On the reala for the scrilla we come to get you boy

Halloway

Im 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 Id 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 Im up out the alter

I got ? ? ? aint no warning me

Im heartless aint no running me nigga

Dont ever stunt on me nigga

Ill fucking crush you nigga

Valerio

Im 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 cant move

Tru niggas refuse to lose

Tote guns to murder fools

Coming with rumming

If niggas aint respecting the flame

Ejecting bullets with nullets taking niggas out the game

Im stealing outlaw

Still dodging cop cars

Tso and miller boyz riping niggas apart

Chorus repaeat 2x

T-spade

Its 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 aint no thing to me fo

I got the game in me fo

Tso tank dogs playing you raw

Shit talking nigger crosser

Ima toss ya, ima flip ya, iam punch ya, ima 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 dont last to long

Im 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 cant 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

Thats why I flip birds

You fake ass niggas got on my nerves

Im from 504 we aint 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 hos get some dick

So hail to the streets cause young nigga we run this

See me life aint 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