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house party on the block mayne, everybody ran when the shots rang…n-gg-s start fightin when the thots came, guns got drawn on lawn and the cops came. and this happen in suburbia, n-gg-s wanna bang for name cuz they ain’t heard of us. the sh-t is really hurtin us, n-body wanna work wit us. it make the city look bad, u n-gg-s ain’t murderers. friends k!llin friends over jealousy and money, b-tches f-ckin’ 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 cutl-ss seat laid back way back countin’ duckets

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ridin’ thru suburbia, them inland n-gg-s with it b-tch don’t act like u ain’t heard of us

that beef sh-t ain’t hurtin’ us, they really gotta problem? tell’em n-gg-s come and murder us

ain’t n-body servin us, put’em in a he-rs- 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-t, in between cl-sses tryna take my b-tch….mad cuz i was rappin’ and they played my sh-t, n-gg-s couldn’t hang so they hate my gift. i’m runnin out of weed let me lace my spliff, cross faded n-gg- had to drank my fifth. stumble out the function tryna take my p-ss, gettin’ hounded by some fans tryna take my pics…every where i go i got’em yellin’ out inland, n-gg-s was ashamed until that n-gg- trizz did it, honorable mention, best to ever spit sh-t, fans got my name tatted tell me i ain’t did sh-t. 4 tours deep n-gg- tell me i ain’t did sh-t, alb-m on the shelves now independent business. down for my n-gg-s put whatever over b-tches, handin’ out tickets to who ever tryna get it!

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riding thru suburbia, them inland n-gg-s b-tch don’t act like u ain’t heard of us

that beef sh-t ain’t hurtin us, they really gotta problem tell’em n-gg- come and murder us

ain’t n-body servin us, put’em in a he-rs- take that mark to the church wit us….we just ridin thru suburbia , live and die in suburbia



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