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Miller Stain Limit

excursion limited fo 12's Fo' amps don't know what my limit is I've been packin' 22's like emmitt did I've been po' before know what a limit is New engine

that Tangarey, Ima stay fool from tha Southside, we dont bang bang yes my mouth is what dry, Im gone wreck shop gots to send it to that Miller, boys dead

(Lil' Romeo and I got her lil sister) Silkk and Rome you know we stay off da chain Concert pack you know they gone be screamin our name Miller boyz look

this shit is my creation Is it real, yeah, cause niggaz wearin' soldier rags and shit Keepin' it twreal My reservation is to make some mills And stay independent Stay

runnin P.Miller throwbacks, with the convertable shift Candy paint thong version with the iced out chip Yokahama tires, whodee, but I only got 3 No Limit

Packin' heat, stickin' up weed stores and more Collectin' interest off of extortions to settle my score It gets deeper when things get real I'm down to stickin' out west bank for my mill

can get naughty shorty P. Miller shoes on that candy red Ferrari shorty Yeah I'm young but I spit it through my soul like I'm old One of the reason my pockets stay

me ballin' and everybody'll flock around Picture me makin' 2 mill bail when I get locked down nigga Clip to the uzi's I'm like no limit shit With dmx

killa kids Belive me, I be a youngsta tryin to spit the game But it's a damn shame, all of the shit done changed Through all the strivin and strugglin I try to stay