Chorus x3
Gunclaps we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps
(Juicy J)
5 A M in the mornin`
Nigga heard them tones pumpin` like a thousand five cannons
Nigga gettin` it on
Peep out the window I was solo flashin`in the streets
Caught by cops
I`m tell them bring some extra tape and plenty sheets
Right they ass chevy drove by bout` seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em` straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my fuckin` window
Make you think your through
Like it`s the forth of July
With them niggas spook
I wish the folks would hurry up
I cock my gun back with my thumb
Nigga rowdy rowdy like it`s North Memphis, Vietnam
As I gotta check to take a look and then fired back
I realized I was out numbered
In a deadly trap
(Scarecrow)
Three 6 Mafia, Prophet Posse, Killa Kaze
With the shotties
Leave your chest cavity
Stoppin` at the autopsy
I slaughter
And I can`t help but notice all your pain
When the monsters got that Clappin`, Clappin`, Clappin`
On them thangs man
We hear the gunshots
Nigga bang diggy dank
Got a shank full of thangs
And it is kind of insane
I Scarecrow with mystical styles
Niggas are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up by pounds
You wanna fuck with me player
First you must say a lil` prayer
Ask the nigga over there
Yeah, that be my preacher there
Niggas are all actin` (??)
Grow up actin` now fight
Infamous buckin` all night
Burnin` em` after a light
Chorus x2
(Crunchy Blac)
Slip, slide come and take a ride
To my fuckin` stash pile
Nigga you can`t hide
It`s a mug Crunchy got a tug
Stuff a nigga in my trunk
Told ya`ll niggas what
Crunchy ain`t no fuckin` whore
Get down on that floor
Bitch I want more (more)
Bitch now give me more
Give me chocolate chunk bitch, I bitch I kill you more
They pay, that pay that five
Now bitch I want some more
All I wanna feel
Is some motherfuckin` rain
Let it rain motherfucker, let it rain (gon` let it rain)
See you inside by the game that I spit
Never ever in your life
Can you ever get with this
(DJ Paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin` weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
Where the keys to room 2-10
I got thugs with price tage bout` to get in
We heard it`s goin` down, tricks about 2 mil
Feel, the fuckin` Prophet Posse get ya killed
Nigga, we got 40 cals` to your face
Na`ad mean
Three 6 leave no fuckin` trace
It takes more gunshots for these boys to save ya
Me and Crunchy chunk ya` over like white with a razor
Several automatics in a Blazer
Before we bump you off
Give me that plate and the lazer
Chorus...till fade
