Chorus x3
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps
(Juicy J)
5 A-M in the mornin'
n***a heard them tones pumpin' like a thousand-five cannons
n***a 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 a** chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my f**in' window
Make you think your through
Like it's the forth of July
With them n***as spook
I wish the folks would hurry up
I co*k my gun back with my thumb
n***a 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
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Three 6 Mafia, Prophet Posse, k**a 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, n***as are getting buckwild
Look at security files
Bodies are stacked up in piles
You wanna f** with me player?
First you must say a lil' prayer
Ask the n***a over there
Dead up in my Frigidaire
n***as are all actin' (??)
Grow up actin' now fight
Infamous buckin' all night
Burn in the afterlife
Chorus x2
(Crunchy Blac)
Slip, slide come and take a ride
To my f**in' stash pile
n***a you can't hide
It's a mug Crunchy got a tug
Stuff a n***a in my trunk
Told ya'll n***as what
Crunchy ain't no f**in' who*e
Get down on that floor
b**h I want more (more)
b**h now give me more
Give me chocolate chunk b**h, I b**h I k** you more
They pay, that pay that five
Now b**h I want some more
All I wanna feel
Is some motherf**in' rain
Let it rain motherf**er, 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 f**in' Prophet Posse get ya k**ed
n***a, we got 40 cals' to your face
Na'ad mean
Three 6 leave no f**in' 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