Chorus x3
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps
(juicy j)
5 a-m in the mornin'
n***a heard them tones pumpin' like a thousand-five cannons
n***a 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 a** chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my f**in' window
Make you think your through
Like it's the forth of july
With them n***as spook
I wish the folks would hurry up
I co*k my gun back with my thumb
n***a 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, k**a 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
n***a bang diggy dank
Got a shank full of thangs
And it is kind of insane
I scarecrow with mystical styles
n***as are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up by pounds
You wanna f** with me player
First you must say a lil' prayer
Ask the n***a over there
Yeah, that be my preacher there
n***as 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 f**in' stash pile
n***a you can't hide
It's a mug crunchy got a tug
Stuff a n***a in my trunk
Told ya'll n***as what
Crunchy ain't no f**in' who*e
Get down on that floor
b**h i want more (more)
b**h now give me more
Give me chocolate chunk b**h, i b**h i k** you more
They pay, that pay that five
Now b**h i want some more
All i wanna feel
Is some motherf**in' rain
Let it rain motherf**er, 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 f**in' prophet posse get ya k**ed
n***a, we got 40 cals' to your face
Na'ad mean
Three 6 leave no f**in' 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