Three 6 Mafia - Gunclaps Lyrics
Chorus x3Gunclaps, we hear the gunclapsThe rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps(juicy j)5 a-m in the morninNigga heard them tones pumpin like a thousand-five cannonsNigga gettin it onPeep out the window, I was solo flashinin the streetsCaught by copsIm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty sheetsRight they ass chevy drove by bout seventy shotgunsLoaded for your rollerPut em straight to sleepHollow points hit my *****in windowMake you think your throughLike its the forth of julyWith them niggas spookI wish the folks would hurry upI ***** my gun back with my thumbNigga rowdy rowdy like its north memphis, vietnamAs I gotta check to take a look and then fired backI realized I was out numberedIn a deadly trap(scarecrow)Three 6 mafia, prophet posse, killa kazeWith the shottiesLeave your chest cavityStoppin at the autopsyI slaughterAnd I cant help but notice all your painWhen the monsters got that clappin, clappin, clappinOn them thangs manWe hear the gunshotsNigga bang diggy dankGot a shank full of thangsAnd it is kind of insaneI scarecrow with mystical stylesNiggas are getting buck wildLook at my dirty foulsBodies are stacked up by poundsYou wanna ***** with me playerFirst you must say a lil prayerAsk the nigga over thereYeah, that be my preacher thereNiggas are all actin (? ? )Grow up actin now fightInfamous buckin all nightBurnin em after a lightChorus x2(crunchy blac)Slip, slide come and take a rideTo my *****in stash pileNigga you cant hideIts a mug crunchy got a tugStuff a nigga in my trunkTold yall niggas whatCrunchy aint no *****in whoreGet down on that floor***** I want more (more)***** now give me moreGive me chocolate chunk *****, I ***** I kill you moreThey pay, that pay that fiveNow ***** I want some moreAll I wanna feelIs some mother*****in rainLet it rain mother*****er, let it rain (gon let it rain)See you inside by the game that I spitNever ever in your lifeCan you ever get with this(dj paul)Hey yo kemosabeI got hoes smokin weed up in the lobbyCocaine fills my body, like gottiHottyWhere the keys to room 2-10I got thugs with price tage bout to get inWe heard its goin down, tricks about 2 milFeel, the *****in prophet posse get ya killedNigga, we got 40 cals to your faceNaad meanThree 6 leave no *****in traceIt takes more gunshots for these boys to save yaMe and crunchy chunk ya over like white with a razorSeveral automatics in a blazerBefore we bump you offGive me that plate and the lazerChorus...till fade
