| Silkk talking:
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| Silkk the Shocker nigga, C-Murder nigga, Master P GC nigga, Tru what the
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| fuack ya’ll wanna do Halloway
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| We them down south killer boys
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| Ghetto commission and them motherfucking Miller boys
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| think it’s a game we’ll fuck around and kill you boy
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| On the reala for the scrilla we come to get you boy
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| Halloway
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| I’m trying to make a million of this rap shit
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| And blow up like a fat bitch
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| My entourage is thick
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| Nigga No Limit is the shit
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| My grandma awlays told me I’d be famous
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| But she never told that i would hool up with these gangstas
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| Body bangers
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| ???bitch we hungry like???
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| I be part of TSO until I’m up out the alter
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| I got ??? |
| ain’t no warning me
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| I’m heartless ain’t no running me nigga
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| Don’t ever stunt on me nigga
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| I’ll fucking crush you nigga
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| Valerio
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| I’m about to put my foot in a niggas ass physically abuse
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| Misuse the but of my pistol to cause a bruise
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| Beat a mother fucker till a bitch can’t move
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| Tru niggas refuse to lose
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| Tote guns to murder fools
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| Coming with rumming
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| If niggas ain’t respecting the flame
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| Ejecting bullets with nullets taking niggas out the game
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| I’m stealing outlaw
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| Still dodging cop cars
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| TSO and Miller Boyz riping niggas apart
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| Chorus repaeat 2X
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| T-Spade
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| It’s the red eye pistol packing rapping assassin
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| The last one blasting
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| Late night outfit ski-masking
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| I got your backbone subtracting
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| Itchy trigger finger action got me ducking the law
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| Hoping to change I bust a brain and cause a flame on it fo'
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| It ain’t no thing to me fo'
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| I got the game in me fo'
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| TSO Tank Dogs playing you raw
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| Shit talking nigger crosser
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| I’ma toss ya, I’ma flip ya, I’am punch ya, I’ma kick ya Motherfucker get a picture
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| We real niggas
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| Just a little a ghetto boy
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| A motherfucking Miller boy, killer boy
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| Put that pistol in a pillow boy
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| Ans smoke you and your motherfucking mom
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| come on and play dumb
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| And watch me leave you in the rum
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| Like a old pair cheesy ass shoes on the proch
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| Crush you like a roach
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| And burn you like a torch
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| Pussy ass niggas don’t last to long
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| I’m down south where them real niggas roam
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| Chorus reapeat 2x
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| Silkk the Shocker
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| I remember when i used to carry crack, I used to carry gats
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| Now they got a fake ass nigga in the hood walking around carring bats
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| You know I can’t be having that
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| Lucky I left the heat alone, beef alone or I would have been buried black
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| You know the shit I spit bitch ya heard
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| Ha what sit on on the curb
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| Niggas think they funny know you can get it six a bird
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| That’s why I flip birds
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| You fake ass niggas got on my nerves
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| I’m from 504 we ain’t no joke
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| Nigga give up your fucking dope
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| Master P Grab a camera take a flick
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| Miller Boyz and TRU click
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| Bustas get dealt with ho’s get some dick
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| So hail to the streets cause young nigga we run this
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| See me life ain’t nothing but weed and money
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| A couple cars, a couple houses so we never go broke
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| Hotboy got the dope
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| Man ??? |
| in the ghetto
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| See no limit is the army and we the soilders
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| The Ghetto Commission and TRU click thought I told you
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| Chorus repeat 2x |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Miller Boyz (feat. Ghetto Commission) , by - Tru. Song from the album Da Crime Family, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп