| House party on the block mayne, everybody ran when the shots rang…
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| niggas start fightin when the thots came, guns got drawn on lawn and the cops
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| came. |
| And this happen in suburbia, niggas wanna bang for name cuz they ain’t
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| heard of us. |
| the shit is really hurtin us, nobody wanna work wit us.
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| It make the city look bad, u niggas ain’t murderers. |
| friends killin friends
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| over jealousy and money, bitches fuckin' homies other homies likes funny,
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| the summer heatin' up u know what happen when it’s sunny so be careful how u
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| movin' or get caught up like dummy… run it, I’m all up in pockets if u
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| stuntin', pick lock-in doors and take what ever out yo bucket, it’s nothin',
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| smokin' out the 85 cutlass seat laid back way back countin' duckets
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| Hook
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| Ridin' thru suburbia, them inland niggas with it bitch don’t act like u ain’t
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| heard of us
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| That beef shit ain’t hurtin' us, they really gotta problem? |
| tell’em niggas come
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| and murder us
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| Ain’t nobody servin us, put’em in a hearse take that mark to the church wit us.
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| .we just ridin thru suburbia, to live and die in suburbia
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| They was always hatin' tryna take my shit, in between classes tryna take my
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| bitch… mad cuz I was rappin' and they played my shit, niggas couldn’t hang so
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| they hate my gift. |
| I’m runnin out of weed let me lace my spliff,
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| cross faded nigga had to drank my fifth. |
| Stumble out the function tryna take
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| my piss, gettin' hounded by some fans tryna take my pics… Every where I go I
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| got’em yellin' out inland, niggas was ashamed until that nigga Trizz did it,
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| honorable mention, best to ever spit shit, fans got my name tatted tell me I
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| ain’t did shit. |
| 4 tours deep nigga tell me I ain’t did shit, album on the
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| shelves now independent business. |
| Down for my niggas put whatever over bitches,
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| handin' out tickets to who ever tryna get it!
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| Hook
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| Riding thru suburbia, them inland niggas bitch don’t act like u ain’t heard of
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| us
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| That beef shit ain’t hurtin us, they really gotta problem tell’em nigga come
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| and murder us
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| Ain’t nobody servin us, put’em in a hearse take that mark to the church wit us.
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| .we just ridin thru suburbia, live and die in suburbia |