Текст (слова) песни: Tru - Miller Boyz

featuring Ghetto Commission

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 motherfucking Miller boys
think it`s a game we`ll fuck 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 fucking 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 fucker 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 repaeat 2X

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
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 don`t last to long
I`m 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 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 fucking 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 repeat 2x

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Tru - Miller Boyz featuring Ghetto Commission 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 motherfucking Miller boys think it`s a game we`ll fuck 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 fucking 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 fucker 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 repaeat 2X 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 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 don`t last to long I`m 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 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 fucking 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 repeat 2x Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Miller Boyz: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/8742.html Все тексты песен: Tru » Tru - Dangerous in My City » Tru - Heaven 4 A Gangsta (TRU Remix) » Tru - FEDz » Tru - I Always Feel Like... » Tru - Neighborhood Dopeman » Tru - Keep it All Good » Tru - The World is Yours » Tru - Anything Goes » Tru - Mobbin Through My Hood » Tru - West Coast Bad Boyz II » Tru - Da Crime Family (Disc Two) » Tru - Tell Them Whats Going On » Tru - Christmas In The Ghetto » Tru - No Limit Soldiers » Tru - Pop Goes My Nine » Tru - Freak Hoes » Tru - They Can`t Stop Us! » Tru - Fuck That Shit » Tru - Da Crime Family » Tru - 3 Strikes Рекомендуем скачать: » Filter - Stuck In Here » Faith Hill - You Give Me Love » Fabolous - Bad Bitch » Foo Fighters - Gimme Stiches » Frank Sinatra - Heres That Rainy Day » Face To Face - You Got A Problem » Fields Of The Nephilim - The tower » Frank Sinatra - Three Coins in the Fountain » Frank Sinatra - An Evening in Roma » Fish - Mission Statement » Frank Zappa - Son of Orange County » Frank Zappa - Magdalena » frusciante john - murderers2 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Firehouse - Get In Touch » fu manchu - Blue Tile Fever » frusciante john - head beach arab \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Fleetwood Mac - Big Love » Fleetwood Mac - gold dust woman \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Fairport Convention - Part Ix » Fall - Time Enough At Last
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