AC3 - Suburbia lyrics

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AC3 - Suburbia lyrics

Trizz House party on the block mayne, everybody ran when the shots rang...n***as start fightin when the thots came, guns got drawn on lawn and the cops came. And this happen in suburbia, n***as wanna bang for name cuz they ain't heard of us. the sh** is really hurtin us, nobody wanna work wit us. It make the city look bad, u n***as ain't murderers. friends k**in friends over jealousy and money, b**hes f**in' 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 cutla** seat laid back way back countin' duckets Hook Ridin' thru suburbia, them inland n***as with it b**h don't act like u ain't heard of us That beef sh** ain't hurtin' us, they really gotta problem? tell'em n***as 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 sh**, in between cla**es tryna take my b**h....mad cuz I was rappin' and they played my sh**, n***as couldn't hang so they hate my gift. I'm runnin out of weed let me lace my spliff, cross faded n***a 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, n***as was ashamed until that n***a Trizz did it, honorable mention, best to ever spit sh**, fans got my name tatted tell me I ain't did sh**. 4 tours deep n***a tell me I ain't did sh**, album on the shelves now independent business. Down for my n***as put whatever over b**hes, handin' out tickets to who ever tryna get it! Hook Riding thru suburbia, them inland n***as b**h don't act like u ain't heard of us That beef sh** ain't hurtin us, they really gotta problem tell'em n***a 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