Chorus x3
Gunclaps we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps
(juicy j)
5 a m in the morninand'
Nigga heard them tones pumpinand' like a thousand five cannons
Nigga gettinand' it on
Peep out the window i was solo flashinand'in the streets
Caught by cops
Iand'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty sheets
Right they ass chevy drove by boutand' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put emand' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my fuckinand' window
Make you think your through
Like itand'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 itand'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
Stoppinand' at the autopsy
I slaughter
And i canand't help but notice all your pain
When the monsters got that clappinand', clappinand', clappinand'
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 liland' prayer
Ask the nigga over there
Yeah, that be my preacher there
Niggas are all actinand' (??)
Grow up actinand' now fight
Infamous buckinand' all night
Burninand' emand' after a light
Chorus x2
(crunchy blac)
Slip, slide come and take a ride
To my fuckinand' stash pile
Nigga you canand't hide
Itand's a mug crunchy got a tug
Stuff a nigga in my trunk
Told yaand'll niggas what
Crunchy ainand't no fuckinand' 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 motherfuckinand' rain
Let it rain motherfucker, let it rain (gonand' 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 smokinand' 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 boutand' to get in
We heard itand's goinand' down, tricks about 2 mil
Feel, the fuckinand' prophet posse get ya killed
Nigga, we got 40 calsand' to your face
Naand'ad mean
Three 6 leave no fuckinand' trace
It takes more gunshots for these boys to save ya
Me and crunchy chunk yaand' 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
