AC3

Suburbia


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Trizz

House party on the block mayne, everybody ran when the shots rang...niggas start fightin when the thots came, guns got drawn on lawn and the cops came. And this happen in suburbia, niggas wanna bang for name cuz they ain't heard of us. the shit is really hurtin us, nobody wanna work wit us. It make the city look bad, u niggas ain't murderers. friends killin friends over jealousy and money, bitches fuckin' homies other homies likes funny, the summer heatin' up u know what happen when it's sunny so be careful how u movin' or get caught up like dummy...run it, I'm all up in pockets if u stuntin', pick lock-in doors and take what ever out yo bucket, it's nothin', smokin' out the 85 cutlass seat laid back way back countin' duckets

Hook

Ridin' thru suburbia, them inland niggas with it bitch don't act like u ain't heard of us

That beef shit ain't hurtin' us, they really gotta problem? tell'em niggas come and murder us

Ain't nobody servin us, put'em in a hearse take that mark to the church wit us...we just ridin thru suburbia, to live and die in suburbia

They was always hatin' tryna take my shit, in between classes tryna take my bitch....mad cuz I was rappin' and they played my shit, niggas couldn't hang so they hate my gift. I'm runnin out of weed let me lace my spliff, cross faded nigga had to drank my fifth. Stumble out the function tryna take my piss, gettin' hounded by some fans tryna take my pics...Every where I go I got'em yellin' out inland, niggas was ashamed until that nigga Trizz did it, honorable mention, best to ever spit shit, fans got my name tatted tell me I ain't did shit. 4 tours deep nigga tell me I ain't did shit, album on the shelves now independent business. Down for my niggas put whatever over bitches, handin' out tickets to who ever tryna get it!

Hook

Riding thru suburbia, them inland niggas bitch don't act like u ain't heard of us

That beef shit ain't hurtin us, they really gotta problem tell'em nigga come and murder us

Ain't nobody servin us, put'em in a hearse take that mark to the church wit us....we just ridin thru suburbia , live and die in suburbia