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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
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