| Don’t nothin' beat a failure but to try
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| It’s a tragedy, the agony of defeat
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| Left a bitter taste in his mouth
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| Revenge could be as sweet as it is sour
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| Took what was rightfully ours
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| I see no bravery that’s why he died the death of a coward
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| Shot him dead in his face in front of his baby mama
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| I sat there waiting patient, he had me waitin' for hours
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| The later it got, the more it made me hotter
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| I’m finna reacquaint him with this bitch he know named Karma
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| A pretty bitch plenty niggas hit
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| You get what you get and he got what he had comin' to 'em
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| Four-five Glock let the ACP cut into him
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| Tell him me and my man bullet finna bump into him
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| On the sneak tip, seen him
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| Put 'em through him, fed him the four-fifth and left his whole shit in ruins
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| That’s my story and I’m stickin' to it
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| Could have paid a nigga to do it
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| But I’d rather I do the shootin'
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| Overkill, just like my pops taught me
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| So don’t you double-dip, ever try to double cross me
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| Never
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| For niggas try’na get one up on me
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| I keep somethin' that’ll get them the fuck up off me
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| See that nigga over there with the ice Carty’s
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| He don’t know, we 'bout to throw him a surprise party
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| Your life is at stake and once he bite the bait
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| That’s the icing on the cake
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| I’m bout to throw him a surprise party
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| My young nigga Moochie hit me up
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| Said the police set him up
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| Said he need a couple bucks
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| Said he dropped a four fifth up in the bushes when he ran
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| Said he cut his leg hoppin' the fence, well god damn
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| Said the jungle ain’t been no joke since I moved out here to Cali
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| Robbin' niggas just to get some food for the family
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| He said Chip, if you need something done then get at me
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| He said Chip, if you need niggas head buss' then get at me
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| I dapped my nigga up and said I got you if you got me
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| That’s loyal, I got five racks in the address for you
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| I know my nigga would do it for way less than that
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| But even Scarface got five to peel a nigga back
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| I told him have a bitch film it and send it to me
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| I’ma be out the country, nigga gettin' money
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| Meanwhile five guys with nines
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| Run up on you and your girl at Five Guys with fries
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| Surprise
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| Okay, Free!
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| Unh
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| Niggas is sheisty, my wrist icy but the game cold
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| And my bitch is trify she change season but remain wifey
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| Same old G, I’ve been a king, she stands by me
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| These niggas jealous and they relishing the thought of trying me
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| Want to get beside of me to sit hot ones inside of me
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| Carry out they plans of robbing me, don’t care if I’m a commodity
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| I am honestly tired of the hate that I’m receiving
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| I’ma call 'em up this evening and throw everyone a surprise party
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| Same room, same time, I’m the same goon with the same mind
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| Two of them are brothers, got the same dad, same mom
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| So sad, drop bombs like Baghdad
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| The semi-automatic got a kickback like Hi-Ya!
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| So try 'em, come on and try Freezer, and come on and get your die on
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| Your mama get her cry on, your body’ll rest in peace
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| Yup your corpse’ll get your lie on
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| I will cock back and squeeze, that you can rely on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Surprise Party , by - BOLDY JAMES. Song from the album Month of Madness, Vol. 11, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп