Lord Infamous - Gunclaps lyrics

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