Milliato

Yea, uh huh, Milliato Uh huh, street regulated [Verse 1] I seen it all from robberies to extortion and shit I seen family business get tossed to a place Mafioso kiss, Gotti jr. put a rolli on my wrist Satir day ridge told me Tony owe me this Peep the Brooklyn gangsta Where I'm from niggas'll pump 21 in ya They got orders to replace ya Ain't no loyalty in these streets Especially when niggas givin up 20 G's for your wig piece My heart neva skip a beat, street hotter than fish grease Still a nigga pitchin 'em ki's, switichin 'em V's Gun stay cocked don't hesitate to squeeze I'm real Vendetta 'cated y'all niggas make believes Playa haters, 2003, dunn still spankin 'em Gators Trench mink, waves is plus, we armed dangerous Niggas can't bang wit us Your next in the news, you still can't hang wit us [Chorus: Half-A-Mill] **repeat 2X** Milliato -- lives to ride another day That's what I heard 'em say **Talkin in the background** Yea, from the projects, all through the streets Hood to hood, yea, OT to OC, Milliato [Verse 2] Uh, we been there done that and still doin it Smack Boheemians I want six on the first, two on the fifth Catch me in the hood Indian spliff Rock silk Polo crowns like a low life Filthy chips, I use to go clothes up the back Now I go up to Hack-a-sack Deep in the woods where the crackers at Ya'll plan to take back New York, we want half of that Been in this since the '20's In 1941 Grandpa Lou Henry copped two Bentley's Taught Italians the rules of the city Dunn I move swoofly, in this world niggas loose Kidney's Livers and Lungs, get hundereds like the Kennedy's I'm on some Big Pun shit, ride for my family eat well Ya'll crab motherfuckers don't get nuthin kid We livin well while y'all rottin in the slum and shit Yo I'm on some other shit, I can bring Hummer shit [Chorus: Half-A-Mill] **repeat 2X** **Talkin in the background** Yea, soul survivor, uh, came from the dirt And made it worst, uh ya know, yea The robberies, stick-ups, stick-up kids [Verse 3] My coast is nostra, niggas sniff Coke til they nose dry Sit wit punk can't even open they eyes Notice the ties, illest cats that drovin the five Guerilla skin hat, coat to match, roll wit the wise Open the wine from Spain smoke haze of all kinds Remember the broke days no Coke ain't a sling No shine, but those the older days Nowadays its the Rover days Stress 600 Benz wit Shover days Six will ends, goin to hell livin since And if L give me another chance I'm livin again Winnin again, platinum teeth grinnin again 360 ways spin, life is no beginnin or end I spin to win, Cuban Cigars littin the bend Shootin through heart, the God took the spirit of man These words are harsh, you prolly won't hear 'em again Words on the street is the niggas done did it again [Chorus: Half-A-Mill] **repeat 4X** **Talkin in the background** Uh, yea, word, Desperado style Uh huh, from the survivor, yea what! Livin the prophet days, yea, uh huh y'all know Official, gangsta, thorough, thugged out Yea, uh huh, y'all know, uh, welcome to the sunset