Three 6 Mafia Gunclaps Lyrics

Chorus x3
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the b_____ gunclaps

(Juicy J)
5 A-M in the mornin'
n____ heard them tones pumpin' like a thousand fire crackers
n____ 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____s spook
I wish the folks would hurry up
I c___ my gun back with my thumb
n____ 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
n____ bang diggy dank
Got a shank full of thangs
And it is kind of insane
I Scarecrow with mystical styles
n____s are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up in piles
You wanna f___ with me player
First you must say a lil' prayer
Ask the n____ over there
Yeah, that be my preacher there
n____s are all actin' shy
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____ you can't hide
It's a must Crunchy got a tug
Stuff a n____ in my trunk
Told ya'll n____s what
Crunchy ain't no f___in' w____
Get down on that floor
b____ I want more (more)
b____ now give me more
Give me chocolate chunk b____, I b____ I kill you more
They pay, that pay that five
Now b____ I want some more
All I wanna feel
Is some m_________in' rain
Let it rain m_________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 killed
n____, 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 b__p you off
Give me that plate and the lazer

Chorus...till fade