Surprize

[Intro: Shaggy 2 Dope] Surprise! It's my lucky day Shucky ducky I’m fucking lucky Hand over your chain, your watch, your jacket Damn you's a player huh partner Now toss me them keys and beat it bitch [Verse 1: Violent J] Iron pipe poke through your head Make a bong out of it and smoke with the dead Your homie came for revenge I choked him instead Your obituary was the joke that I read I'm a guru master, causer of distaster Drink all flavors of faygo so fuck shasta Woo, spell caster, drunken old bastard Surprise when we trade blows, I throws mine faster [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Motherfucker no surprise, we're the rawest Making indie money, y'all want any money starvin' artist You saw my royce parked in the projects That was just a make you haters hate me more project I do shit on purpose just to make you haters wanna hurt me Touch me trip I'll quicker spread like fucking herpes And we'll drown on your ass, ICP clown on your ass Da Mafia 6ix ready to ride go to town on that [Hook: Young Wicked] 9 mili pressed against your forehead Machete to your neck, wrong move and you're dead (Surprise) Double barrel placed right to your spine Empty your pockets which yours is now mine (Surprise) This could be the end of your life (Decision time) You shouldn't, shouldn't reach for that knife You don't know! Just don't be stupid (Surprise) [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca] [?] Pistol grip, never sleep I'mma gone dead I'm a crystal guard in disguise, can you tell me why it? I'mma [?] just to ease your fucking life Could you see mafia six and ICP We beat the heads up like the DJ Paul beat There he go, quick reload down on the floor Thought I told [?] [Verse 4: Shaggy 2 Dope] Suddenly it's hard to breath I just slit your throat from the back, remember me? Before we dies I wanna look up deep in his eyes You know what you did to me? Well, surprise! I coulda just shot you and took off from the spot But that wasn't enough, I wanna feel your pulse stop I won't even hide you, leave you in the street like some trash Butt naked with a wine bottle stickin' out your ass [Hook] [Verse 5: Young Wicked] When I came up on em I'm so sick I'll probably make you vomit The 5-0 out there looking for me Cause I gotta murder case and they came to solve it Surprise a motherfucker with my dangerous content Everytime I spit it you can tell it's the bomb shit I'm raining heavy on the haters conscious Y'all fucked up trying tame the monsters Y'all better pray to Jesus Ain't no other rapper in the game could see us They try but they can't defeat us (Killjoy club) I'll make everybody bleedin', I know Y'all ain't ready for me or my hatchet family Still runnin' beneath the streets [Verse 6: Crunchy Black] I can make you move, you can bet that Hunt the unit on em, is you with that? See I rob niggas like Kincaid, I'll make em get back Bitch nigga get back Hunt the unit on em, robbin' nigga for his ass Stick and move, I've told you I'm with the shit Easy fuckin come, and easy fucking go ho I'm looking for that muthafuckin dough bro [Hook x2]