Three 6 Mafia - Gunclaps

Chorus x3
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the blood gunclaps

(Juicy J)
5 A-M in the mornin'
nigg* heard them tones pumpin' like a thousand fire crackers
nigg* 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 as* chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points h*t my fkin' window
Make you think your through
Like it's the forth of July
With them spook
I wish the folks would hurry up
I c*ck my gun back with my thumb
nigg* 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
nigg* bang diggy dank
Got a shank full of thangs
And it is kind of insane
I Scarecrow with mystical styles
are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up in piles
You wanna fk with me player
First you must say a lil' prayer
Ask the nigg* over there
Yeah, that be my preacher there
are all actin' shy
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 fkin' stash pile
nigg* you can't hide
It's a must Crunchy got a tug
Stuff a nigg* in my trunk
Told ya'll what
Crunchy ain't no fkin' wh*re
Get down on that floor
b*tch I want more (more)
b*tch now give me more
Give me chocolate chunk b*tch, I b*tch I kill you more
They pay, that pay that five
Now b*tch I want some more
All I wanna feel
Is some motherfkin' rain
Let it rain motherfker, 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 fkin' Prophet Posse get ya killed
nigg*, we got 40 cals' to your face
Na'ad mean
Three 6 leave no fkin' 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

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