Gunclaps - Three 6 Mafia

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

Three 6 Mafia, Prophet Posse, Killa Kaze with the shotties

Leave your chest cavity sloppy and the autopsy all snotty

And I can’t help but notice all your pain

When the mobsters got that clappin', clappin', clappin'

On them thangs man

We hear the gunshots ricochet rang diggy dang

Got a shirt full of brains and it looks kind of insane

I, Scarecrow with mystical styles, niggas are getting buckwild

Look at security files

Bodies are stacked up in piles

You wanna fuck with me player?

First you must say a lil' prayer

Ask the nigga over there

Dead up in my Frigidaire

Niggas are all actin' (??)

Grow up actin' now fight

Infamous buckin' all night

Burn in the afterlife

(Crunchy Blac)

Slip, slide come and take a ride

To my fuckin' stash pot

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