Three 6 Mafia - 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 (scarecrow) Three 6 mafia, prophet posse, k**a 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 n***a bang diggy dank Got a shank full of thangs And it is kind of insane I scarecrow with mystical styles n***as are getting buck wild Look at my dirty fouls Bodies are stacked up by pounds You wanna f** with me player First you must say a lil' prayer Ask the n***a over there Yeah, that be my preacher there n***as 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 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