Ghetto Commission - Miller Boyz lyrics

[Intro: Silkk The Shocker] Silkk the Shocker n***a, C-Murder n***a, Master P GC n***a, Tru what the Fuack ya'll wanna do [Chorus: Halloway] We them down south k**er boys Ghetto commission and them motherf**ing Miller boys Think it's a game we'll f** around and k** 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** And blow up like a fat b**h My entourage is thick n***a No Limit is the sh** My grandma awlays told me I'd be famous But she never told that i would hool up with these gangstas Body bangers ???b**h 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***a Don't ever stunt on me n***a I'll f**ing crush you n***a [Valerio] I'm about to put my foot in a n***as a** physically abuse Misuse the but of my pistol to cause a bruise Beat a mother f**er till a b**h can't move Tru n***as refuse to lose Tote guns to murder fools Coming with rumming If n***as ain't respecting the flame Ejecting bullets with nullets taking n***as out the game I'm stealing outlaw Still dodging cop cars TSO and Miller Boyz riping n***as apart Chorus repaeat 2X [T-Spade] It's the red eye pistol packing rapping a**a**in 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** talking n***a crosser I'ma toss ya, I'ma flip ya, I'am punch ya, I'ma kick ya Motherf**er get a picture We real n***as [C-Murder] Just a little a ghetto boy A motherf**ing Miller boy, k**er boy Put that pistol in a pillow boy Ans smoke you and your motherf**ing mom Come on and play dumb And watch me leave you in the rum Like a old pair cheesy a** shoes on the proch Crush you like a roach And burn you like a torch p**y a** n***as don't last to long I'm down south where them real n***as 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 a** n***a 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** I spit b**h ya heard Ha what sit on on the curb n***as think they funny know you can get it six a bird That's why I flip birds You fake a** n***as got on my nerves I'm from 504 we ain't no joke n***a give up your f**ing 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 n***a 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]