Gunclaps lyrics

Artist  : Three 6 Mafia 
Song : Gunclaps



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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